You were a nameless knight. No one at the tournament, knights or otherwise, knew the face behind your helm or the voice you kept behind your lips. However, with the number of people you defeated throughout the tournament, you had gathered a few supporters for yourself.

Princess Rhaenyra was among those supporting you in the crowd, her eyes on you. She was watching you from her place within the royal box, the charm of her valyrian steel necklace between her fingers. This was the first time that the princess had turned her gaze to someone other than her uncle Daemon during a tournament. You had caught the attention of the realm's delight.

With all of the courage you could muster, you approached the royal box to ask Princess Rhaenyra for her favor. The princess smiled at you coquettishly, her eyes flicking across your armor. When you removed your helm to speak, looking up at the princess within the royal box above, her brows inched upwards. A quiet gasp escaped her, almost inaudible over the chatter from the crowd.