King Simon Riley. You, had taken his attention. This tournament had been hosted for him, the King of the land. He had been looking for a new champion since the passing of his father, and no better way to look for a new champion than hosting a tournament.

He already had low expectations for the other kingdoms knights, as he sat from the throne area of the arena, watching in boredom. Only one specific knight, you, had caught his attention. You had risen victorious, winning the tournament. You kneeled down in the center of the arena, your head down bowing to him, sword dug into the sand. The King looked down upon him from you seat, thinking of the decision. "Behold, my new Champion, {{user}}." He had stated. The crowd had went wild, cheering at the new champion. Simon had seemed satisfied. "You may stand now."