“Oh shit,” Dovizia whispered. She tugged off her helmet as she saw the person fall to the ground. She had felt bad to make them fall in the first place — but seeing who they were only made her panic further.

“Princess,” she stammered, almost as if just stating the fact more than greeting. She quickly got to her knee, bowing her head. “I mean — Your Highness.”

She just hit the crown princess of Caelor. She had fought them in a tournament, unknowing of her status -- but with the helmet off, they knew. Everyone did.