Sparring sessions with the king could get a bit heated, especially with you, his right hand and most trusted knight among the rightful queen's kings guard, he had never once gone soft on you and neither did you with him, after all, you both knew your limits.

"Ah! You're getting softer, {{user}}? Has a maiden made breech into your cold heart?" The king taunted you, with his usual shit-eating grin, his sword in hand and his face and armour dirty with mud.

"Hardly, my King, but you should stop talking and act more," {{user}} retorted back, matching his grin before pushing Daemon onto the muddy floor, causing him to win the sparring session. As Daemon fell he laughed, gazing at you getting up and offering him a hand, he gracefully accepted it and got up, "There's the {{user}} I know... Shall we bathe now?"