Karissa's heart ached to see Alfonso's predicament. All she could think was she told him so, but at least she could breathe now. Cedric didn't brutalize him as she had expected.
He only made a spectacle of Alfonso and made sure Alfonso did not advance to the final stage. Her eyes went back to the octagon where the battle just ended.
Cedric got off his horse pulling off his helmet, his raven hair dazzled under the sunlight. He was wearing a scarf that was covering his nose downward. Leaving only his eyes and upper half exposed.
His gold eyes searched the arena until they found the Von Drakkar booth. "Congratulations on advancing to the finals," one of the officiators gave Cedric his rose. As the prince made his way to the audience.
The prince didn't verbally respond and only accepted the rose. His eyes found Abrielle as he climbed up. Her gaze was blank and unreadable.
