"Greetings to the Crown Prince," Hazel said, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She stood tall, already dressed in her sparring attire, her confidence radiating. "I am ready to defeat the Crown Prince today," she declared boldly.
Daedric chuckled, his expression both amused and teasing. "You'd better not lose, Hazel. I won't give you a second chance. And who knows, you might have to abandon that little crush you have on me," he added, his tone light but laced with playful provocation.
Hazel's smile faltered for a brief moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Why does it feel like the Crown Prince is trying to get rid of me?" she muttered under her breath, glancing around. To her surprise, the training ground was eerily empty.
Before she could question it further, Daedric spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "I had the grounds cleared. I wouldn't want anyone witnessing your embarrassment after I defeat you."
