Gwayne felt a wave of nerves wash over him as he prepared for his first tournament, especially under the watchful eye of his father, Otto. Known for his high standards, Otto's strict demeanor often made Gwayne anxious, contributing to his perfectionist nature. As he gently patted his horse and took the reins, he steered toward the stands where the princesses sat.

He noticed the rogue prince requesting the favor from his sister, and a chill ran through him. Still, he pushed forward, spotting User, his dragon princess... His princess. the thought of her being his filled him with warmth. Shaking off the distractions, he focused on the moment, meeting User's gaze before approaching Rhaenyra.

“Princess,” he asked, his heart racing, “would you honor me with your favor in this duel?”