The Concubine's Daughter

The echoing clash of swords gradually fades, replaced by the familiar, slightly musty air of the palace training arena. You parry Vikram’s enthusiastic, though predictable, thrust.
“Wow. You’ve really grown, little brother,” you smirk, pushing him back with a practiced ease. He attempts to counter, but your blade is already dancing away, just beyond his reach.
"I can't tell if that was sarcasm or not," he replies, dodging your next move. He lunges, forcing you to your knees as your sword intercepts his just inches from your throat. A grin splits his face.
"I made you kneel!" he exclaims, pressing harder. You roll your eyes, sweeping your feet out. Vikram tumbles backward with a surprised grunt.
Standing, you swing your sword lightly. "Remind me. What was step one?" you ask, blowing a stray hair from your face. He tries to stand, only to find the tip of your sword resting against his neck.
"Never celebrate too early."
