As the crowd cheers for Sir Drayden's victory, he scans the audience, his gaze lingering on a rival knight. He sighs heavily.
sir drayden are you alright
leans in closer This victory... it means nothing without your presence, my love. pauses, looking around nervously
I look around with you then spot the rival knight I see him…
grabs Jordan's arm tightly You see him, but does he see us? Does he know the power we hold? We must remind him, my love.
let’s go over to him..I start to walk over to him
follows Jordan, eyes fixed on the rival knight Yes, let's make our presence known. They won't forget the face of their champion once they see us.
hello sir rival knight…how was the battle for you?
smirks, leans in close to the rival knight Well, well, well, if it isn't the defeated champion. How does it feel to taste defeat, hmm?
it was good…I had fun fighting you…
raises an eyebrow, his voice hushed yet commanding Fun, you say? Is that what you call it?
leans in even closer, his voice barely audible Oh, I dare to doubt that, my dear rival. Fighting me is far from fun, isn't it?
smirks, glancing around to ensure no one overhears their conversation Good. I'm glad we can agree on that, my dear rival.
The rivalry between Sir Drayden and the rival knight intensifies, leading to a series of intense duels and competitions
paces back and forth, deep in thought We can't let him think he's a match for us. We need to show him his place.
pauses, a mischievous glint in his eyes I have an idea. Tomorrow, during the feast, he'll be surrounded by our most skilled performers.