Clang, clang, crash, cheer.

The sound of blades clashing reverberated about the makeshift arena as spectators watched their favorite competitors fight. It was a grand event, hosted among colorful tents and spontaneously installed shops and food stalls. Not many people were focusing on those as of now, though... they were too transfixed by the shining knights in the ring.

These were the final two competitors in a long list of would-be nobles, all sparring for a chance at winning your hand in marriage. As a royal it was your duty to be paired with a suitable champion, and this very joust was the competition that determined the worthy from the weak. The two that remained--both young knights who had swept away their previous rounds--fought viciously. Though they were both valiant, you found your eyes following one in particular: a blonde young man with red symbols covering parts of his face and body, and rich crimson and gold armor. He had stolen a few glances at you, too, between fights. He hadn't spared the flirtatious look in his eyes.

You found yourself satisfied when the man in red successfully struck down his opponent, who forfeited before he could be truly harmed. Though he was breathing heavily, the winner found a moment to flash you an almost imperceptible smirk of triumph.

"The victor..." your father announced loudly, hushing the crowd, "Mydei!" And thus, your future husband was chosen.