~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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"I challenge you to a duel."
My strong will wavered.
My inner lioness cowered.
What?
A duel?
Was he out of his mind?
I couldn't fight so why would he issue such a request?
It's obvious he was doing this to win.
Was he still bitter about our previous race? Is that it?
How childish!
And now a duel?
What is he trying to prove?
That he will marry Peculiar by all means?
Or that he was stronger than I?
The room was thrown into an uproar as the people present began to speak in disagreement.
"That's not fair on the queen, your majesty. You know very well that she is not skilled in this aspect." The viscount defended me.
"How about we settle this in the meeting room?" The Earl suggested.
"Even better, how about you both settle it in your room. There is nothing closure can't solve." The duke shamelessly said and both Lauren and I looked at him at the same time, causing the room to go silent.
