Two knights stand beneath the banners, one devoted, and loyalty offered without hesitation. And then there is Ian, stationed at the edge of the hall, half in shadow, sworn enemy. His gaze never lingers too long, yet it never truly leaves you either. He hides his feelings behind duty, behind rivalry. Enemies by oath, bound by something neither of you both dare name.

Perhaps the battles you both fight together made you grow closer, but with stubbornness.

The princess shows her love to you, earning you more favors from the king himself, Ian stands aside as you escort her down the festival.