@mutaresui asked: “ good luck to you, my prince. “
Jace adjusted the grip on his lance, his fingers tightening despite the growing unease settling in his chest. The hum of the crowd filled the air, excitement rippling through the stands as lords and ladies watched the knights ready for the joust. His heart wasn’t in it today—not in the pomp or the spectacle—but as a prince, expectations weighed heavily.
He caught sight of Genya as she approached, her steps graceful, her eyes bright with amusement. Jace exhaled, a chuckle slipping past his lips despite himself. He didn’t want to be here, didn’t care for the competition, yet her words warmed him enough to dispel some of the tension. "Luck?" he echoed, tilting his head and letting a slow, charming smile replace his earlier frustration. "Perhaps if you grant me your favor, I’ll have better luck still."
