"Very good." Jaehaerys watched the blades flash in the light, studying the fighters' movements. "See, Lady Lyanora started feirce, expecting the prince would be surprised... that's cost her some of her strength and she'll tire more quickly. Prince Myrwin defends himself, and makes sure their blades cross- press the advantage of strength. She can win though- perhaps she's not as tired as she's letting on. Bravos thrive on such feints and tricks. Or perhaps--" He watched Lyanora's movements change. A burst of speed, but if she was tired it might make her careless. "Did we wager on who would win, little princess? I'll wager you a secret against whoever you pick as your champion."