Love Worth Fighting For- Sophitz Story

Chapter 15

Sophie's POV

One week has passed since I first came to Gilramore. I have been doing my best to avoid Callum and it is work I haven't seen that monster since the 'incident' last week at lunch. Time moves like an ancient snail. Whenever Biana is here I don't really notice time, but she has been really busy the last few days, so I have been left all by myself only Iggy for company.

You know what I can't just sit around all day sulking, I am going to go exploring. I think to myself as I pull on a comfy tunic and leggings, and slip into some basic black flats, my hair pulled back into two French braids.

I walk around the castle for a bit finding nothing except plain grey stone walls, an occasional broom closet here and there, nothing too exciting. This place was more like a dungeon than a castle.

I find an exit leading me to a meadow; lush green grass blanketed the hills, daisies speckled throughout.

This was a major upgrade from the stone walls. I walk around for a bit letting the grass tickle my feet, suddenly I hear voices

"Fitzy just when will you accept that I am better than you," a voice says

"Keefe! You cheated!" a familiar crisp accented voice responds

I curiously follow the voices. My eyes land on a blond young man with ice blue eyes sword fighting with a dark-haired teal eyed young man.

They almost immediately notice my presence, freezing in place like statues.

"Sophie?" Fitz asks confused

"oh, um yeah, hi," I say awkwardly walking up to them.

"Princess Sophie" the blond boy who I am assuming is Keefe said bowing

"no need for fancy titles or introductions," I say smiling

"well in that case afternoon foster, the name is Keefe," Keefe says holding out a hand. I shake it kindly but... did he just say foster?

"um, foster?" I say perplexed and amused at the nickname

"well, Sophie is a bit well you know boring so thought I might spice things up a little. Like Fitzy over here. I know you love your name don't try to deny it" Keefe says slyly.

Fitz rolls his eyes "I hate that and no matter how many times I tell you not to call me that you still do. And I think Sophie is a beautiful name" Fitz finishes, making my cheeks tint pink.

"wow! Fitzy catching feelings, are we?" Keefe says grabbing Fitz's arms

"n-no, piss off" Fitz stutters shaking Keefe off

"too late Fitzy. The deed is done" Keefe says smirking

"and... Woah Foster some very interesting emotions you hitting me with" Keefe says fanning the air his smirk growing bigger

"shut up" Fitz grumbles looking away trying to hide his face wait... was he blushing?

I clear my throat "um what were you guys doing?" I ask trying to change the topic.

"oh, just kicking Fitz's ass overhear," Keefe says shielding his sword and slashing it through the air.

"hey! Technically I won" Fitz says crossing his arms

"yeah yeah, sure think what you want Fitz," Keefe says

Fitz looks ready to explode so I step in

"how about whoever beats me is the winner" I pause "well that is if any of you beat me," I say sheepishly, taking Fitz's sword slashing it around checking the grip.

The two boys look at my amused and smug.

"you're on Foster," Keefe says getting in position

"begin!" Fitz says as Keefe's sword whizzes past me missing me by centimetres.

We duel for a few minutes until I knock Keefe's sword out of his hands landing on the grass with a soft thud!

Fitz is laughing hysterically rolling on the ground, clutching his stomach watching Keefe grumble as he goes to retrieve his sword

"well let's see who laughing after you duel Sophie, pretty boy" Keefe says annoyed.

"oh yeah you're on," Fitz says getting into position opposite me, a cocky smirk displayed on his face

Fitz was fast and talented easily predicting what my next move was a few paces ahead of me.

By now Fitz had his sword pressed against my neck pinning me to the ground on top of me. Sweat trickling down our foreheads, red-faced

"Give up Princess," Fitz says panting

"Don't get too cocky pretty boy" I say immediately grabbing Fitz's forearm pulling it. He doesn't completely fall off me, but losses just enough balance to let me roll under and over him, the roles reversed now; I am on top a sword pressed against his neck.

"Give up now?" I ask Fitz smugly

Fitz looks surprised and defeated.

"fine" he grumbles sighing, this is when I realise the position we are in. Our sweating bodies pressed against each other, he is only wearing an undershirt, and I can feel my tunic suctioning to my skin we stare into each other's eyes so intently the world around me fading away, our faces are millimetres apart, his warm breath tickling my cheeks, if either one of us were to lean in just a bit...

I clear my throat jumping off him and giving him a helping hand to get up.

"so... umm... good match," I say awkwardly

Fitz still looks a bit dazed "oh... umm... yeah" he says snapping out of it.

An awkward silence settles over us

"yo, Foster you fight real good. How did you learn?" Keefe says breaking the tension.

"oh, well there isn't much to do within the castle walls, so I used to practice all the time with..." I trail off thinking

"Foster you kinda trailed off there. With?" Keefe prompts

"um, honestly I can't remember," I say confused. How could I not remember? I have a photographic memory. It's like something tugging at my brain so close yet so far away...

"well, you're really good. Hey, you should join us for training sometime" Fitz says

"oh ok," I say

"how about you meet us same place the same time every Tuesday" Keefe says

"sure. Got to go thanks guys" I say smiling and waving to them as I walk away