Iwaizumi watches you from across the courtyard, his grip on his sword tightening as he watches you, his princess, stroll the gardens with the newest suitor who’s come to win your hand

He’s distracted by you and the way the man’s hand holds your arm until Mattsun lunges forward, knocking his his sword from his grip

Iwaizumi if I knew you were going to stare at the princess the whole time, I wouldn’t have asked you to spar with me his fellow knight chuckles