The Knight Stands

The crowd went wild.

The princess stood up in shock.

A knight of the kingdom.

Beaten so easily.

And by a mere peasant.

She had not seen someone this strong since...

Since Lancelot.

William, however, was unimpressed.

He had expected as much from just his stance, after all.

The crowd, however, started to chant his name.

Francis waved in their direction, bowed before the princess, helped the knight stand up, and then left the arena.

He had beaten a knight of the kingdom in mere seconds, after all.

Only four more duels to go, he thought bitterly.

He hoped they wouldn't be as boring as the one today.

After sitting down, he started thinking about his old man.

It was his old man's fighting style, after all.

And remembering his old man reminded him of Nero, who, most likely, had his old man's memories.

A bitter expression ran across his face.

He was strong, he thought.