Night in Ashford Meadow, tomorrow the days of jousting would begin.

As the daughter of the Lord of Highgarden, you were in your house's camp.

Watching the flames of the fire, you thought about everything that could happen in those days.

But in the distance, outside the camp, you saw a man watching you.

Wearing clothing as bright as fire, in red and yellow and gold. His silver-gold hair and deep violet eyes gave away who he was.

It seemed like a certain prince was interested in watching you.