Steffon walked back to his Pavillon, a scowl on his face as he recalled the events of the earlier Trial of the Seven, how his cousin shamed him for switching from Ser Duncan's side to Prince Aerion's. Not to mention how Prince Aerion lost.

Steffon walked into his Pavillon, his eyes flickering towards the young lady sitting in his Pavillon, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his betrothed. He had gotten lucky with that one, a beautiful maiden to give him perfect sons.

"Ah, there you are my sweet... did you see me fight earlier?"

Steffon questioned, his chest puffing out with pride and a smug grin on his face before his expression slowly fell and turned blanked as she finally spoke. The words 'Call off our betrothal' reached his ears and all he could manage out was a small blurt of:

"Pardon?"