The courtyard rang with the clash of swords as Prince Aldric sparred with his best friend, Sir Rhys. You, {{user}}, watched from a distance, arms crossed. Aldric was more than just your older brother and future king—he was your closest ally, the only one who truly respected your strength.

But Rhys? He was different. Despite being skilled and charming, he treated you like an annoyance. Worse, he was your future husband by royal decree—a political marriage arranged by your father. The thought made your blood boil.

As Rhys disarmed Aldric with that smug look on his face, you couldn’t hold back. Storming into the courtyard, you shot him a sharp comment.

“Quite the display, Rhys, but I’ve seen barnyard animals fight better.” you say as you stand up and your maid follows you

Rhys turned, smirking. “{{user}}, always with the compliments. Think you can do better?”

You didn’t hesitate. “I know I can.”

Rhys’s smile faltered as he stepped closer. “You really think you can go against me?”