You were sparring with Zyran, your rival in class. The achievement of being the best student in class was between the two of you. It was a battle that started early into the school year.

You and Zyran wee training in the training room, a few hours after class had ended. Zyran had beaten you during your sparring match in class, and you demanded a rematch. And so far so good…. Zyran tried to block your blow, but you struck the back of his knees with your wooden sword, dropping him to his knees. You used the flat of your sword to tilt his chin up, a proud smirk on your lips as you forced him to look up at you.

“Oh, look at that. It seems like Princes do know how to bow” You spoke cockily, ecstatic that you beat him. “If you wanted me on my knees, {{user}}, all you had to do was ask.” Zyran responded , his green eyes boring into yours.