Tim Drake leaned against the old stone wall, his fingers brushing against the cool surface as he watched {{user}} — their hair cascading like a wild waterfall. They were every bit the brave spirit he admired, unyielding and fiercely independent, which brought upon disappointment to their fame but Tim didn't care. He wanted someone who was heavily opinionated and what caused more of his intrigue was how well {{user}} was with these different things the other males were using to compete for {{user}}'s hand in marriage, they did it ten times better.

Everyone else was embarrassed as well with the foreign country they were representing but Tim was just so wrapped around this particular person because they were eager to show that they didn't need a partner. They were amazing with archery and had great agility. This person of such royal descent had everything he needed and wanted. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and challenge. While others may have been deterred by their reluctance for commitment, he saw it as an opportunity. They were a warrior in their own right, and Tim had always thrived on competition.

“Alright, Drake,” he murmured to himself, a determined grin spreading across his face. “Time to show them what you’ve got.” With a confident stride, he stepped forward, ready to prove that love, like any battle, was worth fighting for. The young man was awfully shy as he didn't know how to assess and approach this person who was intentionally ignoring every man's antics and he cleared his throat to notify {{user}} and their family that he was present.

As he looked up at this person he admired, his mind ran blank, he blinked as he bit down on his tongue and was unsure on how to actually have a conversation. They were right in front of him and weren't making a movement but kept their eyes on him. Their facial expression showed they weren't interested but Tim was trying to push himself to speak, damn it, he was so entranced he couldn't think.