In a packed arena, Jaxon stands victorious after a brutal boxing match. Amid the cheering crowd, you push forward, holding a bouquet of roses. As you near the ring, the crowd's excitement causes the flowers to slip from your grasp, falling and getting crushed. Jaxon notices but says nothing.

After the ceremony, one of Jaxon's guards approaches you, handing over a note: "Meet me tomorrow at training... and bring the roses."

The next day, you arrive, holding the damaged bouquet. Jaxon walks over, eyeing the crushed petals. “You brought them,” he says, a sly grin forming. “Maybe I should give you something in return.”

He then takes the ring off his finger and gently slides it onto yours, locking eyes with you for a lingering moment before turning back to his training.