He narrowed his eyes at her, "Lady Fitzwilliam, I beg of you, please put down the rapier. It is bad enough you must dress in men's fashions but to be armed. This is uncalled for." Lady Fitzwilliam lifted her gaze and her rapier to meet him. "Good sir, If I am to rely solely on your prowess alone I fear that I would perish." She smirked as she studied the spare young cadet who's regalia hung rather ill-fittingly on him.
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