Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-108.56.231.106-20191020224916/@comment-108.56.231.106-20191104234848

'''“Aaaand. . . Sophie wins!” Ro said the following morning.'''

 Sophie had just completed the very long, very tiring obstacle course the bodyguards had set up, ending with throwing a dagger into a training dummy’s left knee, where the bulls-eye was painted on.

'''   “It’s not a competition,” Sandor argued, retrieving Sophie's dagger. “it’s a measure of skill.”'''

'''“Whatever,” Ro said. “If this course was set up properly, it would be both. And the obstacles would be harder.” '''

''' Sandor growled - though it wasn’t that threatening, seeing as how he had a weirdly squeaky voice. '''

 Luckily, he was plenty intimidating with his seven-foot-tall, all muscle figure.

Ro still wasn’t impressed with him, but got distracted when Fitz threw his dagger, hitting just above the bulls-eye.

 Keefe came in right after Fitz, hitting just below the mark.

'''“Come on!” Ro exclaimed, annoyed with Keefe. “You let him beat you!” '''

'''  “Only because you set up a trap specified to my course! And besides, he beat me by, like, two seconds.” Keefe argued.'''

'''Ro waved it off. “Come on, you need to be prepared, Lord Hunkyhair. It’s not called victory when you plan it out, expecting everything to go according to your idea,” she said. “Sure, you need to strategize, but even some of the best thought-out plans can go wrong. Because perfection? That’s not how war - or life in general, for that matter - works. Unexpected things are going to happen.”'''

''' Keefe only rolled his eyes and grabbed a Bottle of Youth that was leaning against one of the rocks that surrounded everybody. '''

Sophie had carefully avoided Fitz all morning and wasn’t thrilled to be seated next to him, sweaty and breathless.

 She was hoping that they wouldn’t have to talk, but sadly, Fitz was thinking the exact opposite.

He trudged over to the large, flat rock Sophie was resting on - tired from the day's previous challenges - and sat down next to her.

“Sophie, about yesterday-”

''' “I get it. You don’t want to be a bad match. It’s fine.” Sophie replied, really not wanting to have this conversation.'''

 It wasn’t fine, actually, but the sooner this conversation was over, the happier Sophie would be.

“Sophie, we can’t just ignore each other for the rest of our lives.”

   Sophie knew that, of course, but things definitely hurt still - after all, it had only been about a day; so she kept her eyes firmly off of Fitz.

''' “I. . . I want to apologize.”'''