She knew her role and she smiled, turned her head, applauded and laughed, ignoring the way her cheeks hurt. Her eyes felt as if they were on fire and she was wearing a special undergarment that would absorb any sweat that dared to come off of her body in the hundred and ten degree heat. “You don’t like the competitions?” Garon commented as he leaned closer to her. Layla turned her head and smiled at him, clapping as one more competitor bowed out of the sword fighting competition. “They are all very exciting,” she replied as she tried to ignore the trickle of sweat that slid down the back of her neck. “You look bored out of your mind.” He watched her and caught the way her eyes opened ever so slightly. “Not at all,” she replied and she honestly wasn’t bored. She found sword fighting very exciting. It was always amazing that two men could come out of such events with cuts and wounds and still smile as if they’d just had a great time. “You’re lying.”
