~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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The intensity at which I practiced was greater than the previous trainings and as usual my sparring partners were Bernard and Fredrick.
If not for me, they wouldn't have learnt how to fight with swords.
There were three days left until the duel and I buried my head in practice and pushed the thought of Lauren aside and thankfully, he never came to provoke me.
He deliberately remained on his own part of the palace, practicing continuously from what I heard.
When I was done for the day, I sat in my training room with Peace by my side as well as Bernard.
Fredrick was back to the stables since he was needed there, so I didn't pressure him.
"How old is your sister, Bernard?" I asked all of a sudden as he was putting the swords back in their places.
He looked in my direction with a perplexed look because it was obvious he found it surprising how I was asking just now.
