She accepts, En Garde

"I accept..." she replies with a smirk and a tone of excitement mixed with anxiety. "Although I should warn you dear brother that this won't be as easy as you think.... Even after I married I have kept in shape and practiced my swordsmanship every day." Raising her brow she teases, "You on the other hand I wager have been a bit out of practice and um... out of shape... considering your incarceration, **** escape, and life on the run" Looking at your arms she teases playfully, "Not working out much either I see..."

"That just means this fight will be more evenly matched, and more fun when I beat you...", you reply in a cocky smirk, so turned on by the fact that she is going give some resistance, it will make the victory all the more satisfying.

Just then Rachel walks to her wardrode, pulling out the items you requested.

"As asked... now what is it all for?", she asks with curiosity.

"Rapiers so close at hand...?" You tease.

"I told you I have been practicing." She shoots back with a grin.

"Its an old noble dueling custom.", you say as you grab the swords, holding them up before you give one to Erika, then present her with one of the wine glasses. First they both drink from their own cup then exchange their cups and drank again.

"Oh... sounds like a wedding." Erika says with a laugh.

"Well the wine is much like a handshake... only more intimate, a silent agreement to fair play by exchanging blood, metaphorically speaking, so if either would break the pact your blood and honor would be stained and tarnished."

Sipping from your cups, you exchange the cups before you continue,

"The roses are a sportsmans method of handling noble duels that are not to the ****. Each duelist is given a rose to be placed upon their chest, where their heart should be. The one who cuts out the opponent's rose first is the winner."

After Rachel helps you both put on your respective roses, you both stand several paces of each other with Archer some distance away to serve as witness to the proceedings.

"Are you sure you want to do this big brother? I would hate to cut such a pretty rose from your chest...", she says confidently.

"Speak for yourself... we enough space to suit our purposes, and we wont draw any unwanted attention. Plus it makes things easier for the winner to start the fun with the loser...", you reply with a perverse smile.

Erika surprises you by blushing from your teasing, her eyes wandering down your body as she strugges to find a good retort before Rachael slips inside the room.

"What did I miss?", Rachel asks with curiosity.

"Well to make a long story short I challenged my dear little sister to a duel. If I win I own everything she has..." Eyeing her suggestively you add, "Including her athletic and toned body... but if she wins she owns everything I have which includes my body and yours." you explained to your companion.

"What?! I never agreed to this!", she exclaims.

"Oh relax Rachel, you have nothing to worry about, because I won't lose..." Staring at Erika in the eyes with hunger, seeing her bite her lip with need and anticipation of you taking her.

"...and when I'm done breeding my sister on her marriage bed, I expect to see you on the other bed getting ready for me... then I intend to share another one of my sisters with you...", you say grinning from ear to ear.

"Mmmm god that's hot..." Rachel moans, shivering in excitement. "I would love to play with another of your sexy sisters."

"What did father tell you about making promises you can't keep John... En Garde!", she taunts before crying out and thrusting her sword. Making the first move.

You parry, then go for a coup de gra. Only for her to spin out of the way and follow up with a slash, which would have got you if you didn't spin in the opposite motion to catch her blade in a cross guard.

She was right, she hasn't lost her touch, even with her dress on she is able to keep up with you, and while you would never admit it... you are a bit out of practice. Still you spent all your life becoming the future king to champion the kingdom and sword fighting with any blade is practically instinctive to you. You've missed this, fighting with swords against an opponent in a combination of wit and skill, as well as speed and power, which Rapiers and Sabers tend to offer over broadswords and claymores.

You also missed dueling with Erika especially. Even though she never beat you she was always your favorite rival in combat. While lacking the skill your Father and Lord Frederick posses, she certainly made it difficult for you and was always good natured even in defeat.

Back and forth, thrust and parry, slash and block. Your eyes cross hers as your blades do. The way you keep matching blow for blow is starting to feel less like fighting and more like dancing. With the look in her eyes, you can tell she thinks so too.

While fun, this dance has to end so you can get to the even better fun.... After all the only thing better then victory is the conquest, and you certainly ready to conquest and ravish your sexy sister...

Still she's not making it easy, tiring you quickly from your lack of practice. You realize you are going to have to think of something to turn things around, and think of it fast. The more the fight gets drawn out, the higher the chance she can actually get the better of you and win...and the stakes have never been higher between you.

You consider your options... You could push all your strength reserve and try to over power her with your superior upper body strength, use her speed and skill against her and disarm her, or maybe play a little dirty and use her dress to your advantage....