Whether facing 6 men or 60, he would always be Daemon. That was what everyone said. The Rogue Prince would never stand down. He would not bow.

Yet, during this tournament, things were proving difficult for him. A particular opponent would not go down, no matter how hard he fought.

The man felt reluctant to admit that the two of you were almost evenly skilled. While Daemon had brute strength and technique, you had speed and quick thinking. He slashed, and you dodged. You attacked, he blocked.

People in the stands were on the edge of their seats. Everyone wondered how this duel would end. Who would win?

You managed to cut Daemon's leg just as he knocked your helmet off, making the witnesses gasp. That was the first time the Prince saw your face. One with feminine features. It made him pause, shock rushing through him.