The Siren's Song (Feysand son x Rowaelin daughter) ✔️

Chapter 2

The first round of the competition was tomorrow and Lyria was panicking. 

Should she put her hair in a ponytail? She posed in the mirror with it. Dammmmnnnn badass look. But what if it flicked round and blinded her?But what if it blinded her opponents? Shoulder braids. Not as good looking. Ponytail it is then. 

She tried on the new black suit she'd had tailored last week. It had cost a bomb, not of her money of course. There was a courtier who would find himself missing a purse. Worth it though. The tight material of the suit was easy to move in and made her look bloody good. Maybe she could simply turn up and her opponent would swoon at the sight of her.

 Smirking she slipped into her pyjamas and got into bed, rereading the list of instructions that had arrived yesterday. 

The rules were simple enough. No sabotaging your opponent before the match, which was easy enough because each participant found out their opponent when they stepped into the arena to fight. Meaning that she would have about five minutes before the match began to think of her tactics. It would be a pain because it meant she couldn't specifically prepare. No matter, she'd crush them anyway. 

The second rule was that anything was allowed. Lyria wasn't quite sure how that was a rule, as such, but it made sense. From what she had heard, there were creatures of all sorts competing. 

Last night at the bar (celebratory drink), she had overheard that an ogre was taking part. She had never faced an ogre before and according to the slightly drunk male who was telling the story, they had solid silver skin-impenetrable by blades or magic. Now that would be an interesting fight. Maybe worth some effort on her part. 

Her magic fizzed excitedly in her, ready to be let out. Lyria had slowly been building up her magic, diving deeper and deeper into her well. For the first couple of rounds she wouldn't touch her magic unless forced to. This would both make her future enemies underestimate her and it meant for the final round, against her last opponent, she would win. 

The third and final rule had given her slight pause. The winner of the match is declared such if the opponent surrenders, is knocked out, or killed. From what she had heard, from snippets on the street, non of the ruthless people competing would have any mercy and would go straight for the killing blow. It would be much harder to knock them unconscious if they were trying to kill her. Lyria had killed before, back home, but she didn't want to unnecessarily take lives. 

The bonus about being added so late was that nobody knew who she was. Which, she supposed was also a negative because no one would be cheering for her, how would her ego recover? Nah it would be fine, it would take a lot more to damage her self-esteem. 

There was two pools of fighters, she didn't know how they arranged them. If you won the fight you progressed into the next round. When you reached the semi-finals it was just you and three other people, if you won the fight against your pair, you would progress to the finals. If you won that...well then you won the competition. 

Easy peasy lemon squeezy. 

Maybe she should time herself before each match, see how long it takes her to beat each person. She might even set a new personal record. 

Smiling to herself, Lyria drifted off to sleep. 

Author's note: 

I think it's sort of obvious who her family is but that might be because I'm writing it. If you think you know, guess in the comments! If you've figured out her parents you might know where she gets her cockiness from... 

Also, sorry this chapter is mainly information and character building (sort of) but we'll get her first fight in the next one. 

Annnnndddddddd I know the Kaiden is not in this chapter and he probably wont be in the next couple. Unlike my other story, I sort of want this to be a bit more of a slow burn. While we are on the subject, anyone have any other good names for Feysand's son? I couldn't think of any, which is bad cus I'm writing a story about him. 

Lastly, does anyone know how I should tag my story, cus I feel like no one is going to see it...