Chapter sixty-one

WRITER'S POV

Once Arthur left, Dennis let out a chunk of air he didn't know he had been holding in while he exchanged words with Arthur.

He couldn't imagine where he had gotten the boldness to match up to Arthur in that manner.

But what kept replaying in his head was Arthur's question.

"Do you like her? Do you have feelings for her?"

"Do I like her? Do I have feelings for her?" He asked himself rhetorically.

Even he don't know the answer to the question only that he knew he was prepared to go any length to save Eleanor.

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ELEANOR'S POV

AN HOUR BEFORE THE FIGHT

I stared at the attire the servants had brought to me. It is supposed to be my wears for the combat. Helmet, Amoured Breastplate, Boot, a shining sword and a shield.

It was exactly as I have seen in the movies. They looked quite heavy and even a little heavy when I tried lifting them but enough to shield a sword from easily slithing through a body.

I have trained hard. I couldn't even believe I would torture my body