Disarm her. Winning the duel... and your sister

As you consider your options, you figure out how to end this. You realize that using brute **** would be more Lord Fredericks style, while using cheap tricks would be more like Silva, and the more apart from them you are, the better. It was your father who taught you that power is only as useful as long it is honed through wisdom and skill. So you took some time to analyze the situation.

You start to feel fatigued, adrenaline and testosterone fueling you the longer this drags out. She's noticed this and starts moving aggressively against you, putting you on the defensive. You can see pure excitement in her eyes as she has you right where she wants, being so close to victory. You managed to withhold a cunning smirk from spreading across your face. Ensuring that you don't give away your intentions to use her aggressiveness and eagerness of victory to your advantage. You turn your body enough to dodge another lunge but didnt spin all the way through, falling for your feint, Erica spins herself around to block a slash only for your to turn your body back forward and strike her sword. Since your slash came from where she least expected it, she couldn't redirect her energy from her move, so with a flick of the wrist her sword flies out of her hands, disarming her. Erica knows she is beat, so she grabs the rose from her dress and removed it.

"Well played brother... I was so close too", she said sighing with disappointment but smiling with content.

"The closest you've ever come...", you offer with a proud smile for the both of you. "But there's no need to fret too much about this, you are my sister and I love you so I will be sure to treat you and all your possessions as the master they deserve.

"And who knows...", you say putting on a more devious smirk. "If you catch me in a good mood in the future i might just agree to engage in a duel for your freedom should you win... or punish you and put you back in your place if you lose."

"But that is neither here nor there, you still have your rose, so offer it to me as you pledge your servitude to me", You say shifting your tone and stance as if you're the Master of the House. Which for all intent and purpose of the situation you are.

Understanding your meaning well, Erica falls to her knees, her head lowered while her hands hold her rose, presenting it to you, as if pleading.

"I, Erica, second princess of the ruling dynasty, third in line to the throne, Lady of Hartlon, wife of Lord Richard, hereby pledge my loyalty and devotion to you, John, my brother. Prince of the ruling dynasty and rightful heir to the throne. I will henceforth surrender all I have, all I own to you to do with as you wish. My title, my land, my house and those who reside in it, my marriage, my mind, body and soul shall be yours for however you see fit. My life and everything it contains will be in your hands."