“And the winner is… Keiren!” The announcer declared, lifting his arm in victory. The arena roared loudly in cheers and claps, some people even standing up.

Keiren stood in the centre, his chest heaving, nose bloody and a few bruised aching across his body. But his opponent had gotten the worst of it. He glanced down at the full grown man at his feet, crumpled and whimpering as the arena medics rushed to lift him up and take him away. It was almost sad. Almost.

The Duke of Ziolen, his adoptive father, made his way down from the royal seats in the arena and gave him a pat on the shoulder, leaning close to whisper,

“You did well. Don’t forget to wave to the King’s child. They’ll be joining our family soon.”

Keiren furrowed his brows, looking up to the royal box seats to see the King of Abila and their one and only child. {{user}}. Keiren had only heard about them in passing. Small whispers about how the king was finally ready to let them marry. Did his father betroth them to each other?

He hesitantly raised his hand and waved at the young royal.