The grandstands were quiet, Shaw's advisor waving a scarf at the King of the Central Lands, handing him sniffing salts, and Prince Charles stood up for production. Frasier looked back but realized that he would have to participate in this madness, so that he also gathered with thoughts, smiling at himself in advance of the coming victory. Maybe he'll be able to hold that arrogant man to himself for a second...
The signal to the beginning of the fight was given - and Prince Jamie barely managed to dodge the first blow. He was going to attack, but had time only to counter the attacks, hardly catching the young man's gaze, so fast. Each attempt of Fraser to strike himself ended in failure, he was always forced to defend himself again.
And even making every effort to catch Prince Charles, the mountaineer stayed with the nose - the ringing with which swords crossed, already began to drive him mad, he was angry, he lost his temper, he lost control ... And Xavier was circling around like a weightless and smiling than finally demoralized the enemy.
Finally, Prince Jamie thought that the moment had come and made a long attack, but suddenly the sword was knocked out of his fingers with the same force with which he had tried to strike that blow. The weapon flew through and stuck in the sand, and Frasier froze because his chin had the tip of a sword given to him by the same man. Prince Charles was breathing hard, his hair was a little tattered, his cheeks were blushing, but his eyes were burning with delight, triumph and self-satisfaction. The mountaineer stood with his hands up, he could not cope with his feelings: resentment, annoyance, indignation and ... admiration. After all, the Prince of the Central Lands was so delightfully beautiful after the battle that it was impossible not to admire them.
- I won't ask for your sword, - Xavier smiled widely. - You don't have it, Your Highness. So I have one wish.
- Whatever you want, - Frasier swallowed, the voice was husky because Prince Charles' beauty had overshadowed everything else in his head.
The young prince put his sword down and smiled again. Before him stood the winner of the second trial, who had just been defeated. The mountaineer swallowed again, struggling with the desire to attack Xavier, but too many people, and the rules of decency, which are so desirable to send to hell ... And, it seems, for the first time in my life, Frasier was scared. He owes this trickster a wish, and judging by the look of the blue ones, like the summer sky, the eye, it won't end well.
- Charles! - The king was raging in the prince's chambers, almost losing his crown by waving his arms. - What was that?! You are a prince! The prince, Charles, is not a backyard boy!
- I only took part in the Tournament, - the young man was serenely flipping through the book, sitting on the window sill.
- You almost ripped it off! - Xavier, the eldest, even raised his voice a little.
- What, because I'm better than our participants, the tournament will be interrupted? - Charles glanced at his father and finally broke away from reading.
- It's out of the question, - the king of the Central Lands frowned. - It's a violation of decency, it's...
- It's a sight, - Shaw intervened. - The Prince has done what they will write about in the history of the tournament.
Both representatives of the royal family were silent, turning their heads to the advisor. Until then, Xavier had stood in a mute shadow behind the oldest Xavier's back, watching this family showdown, as had Sir McCoy, who in turn peacefully supported the wall at the window sill that served as a seat for the prince. Sebastian searched his rosary with long pale fingers, looking exclusively at Charles, once again diving into his fantasies about the young man, but not allowing it to be reflected in his gaze.
- What do you mean, Sebastian? - The king raised his eyebrow questioningly.
- The tournament is what unites all the lands, it is a holiday, it is entertainment - the adviser raised the corners of his lips, his smile was frightening because his eyes remained cold and indifferent. - And His Highness only gave people what they wanted: something new and interesting. The tournament was not hurt in any way, it did not affect the participants...
For all his indignation, he simply couldn't help but notice the fact that his son turned out to be more agile and cunning than highlanders, and these people was known for their ability to handle the sword. And in general, with a cold weapon. And here the very young prince of the Central Lands is playing in place of the best of the best ... The King raised the corners of the lips.
- I don't envy Prince Jamie if he wins the Tournament," Xavier Senior smiled wider. - It is every time to go through the darkness of trials to...
- Father! Charles interrupted him, blushing to the roots of his hair.