It'd been months since your last encounter. Rival or not, you couldn't deny the fact that you missed him.

When you arrived at his palace, Alastair was standing by the gate, back resting against a gold pillar with dragon carving on it. He looked in your direction as you descended from your horse. Your strides were long and confident as you walked towards the prince. A mischievous grin adorned your beautiful face. “Your Grace,” he greeted you.