"Go grab me a drink, I'm parched" he said, leaning against one of the beds in their shared hotel room. The bold asshole who took all the glory you wanted. Not only that, but he was a jerk too. He liked pissing you off for the laughs. The wooden bedframe creaked slightly under his weight as you noticed the scent of pine on his tunic from yesterday's forest mission.

You got up and left to go grab him a drink but by the time you came back he was gone. Of course he was. Even within a minute he had already gotten bored of waiting for you. The wooden floorboards felt cool under your feet as you set the clay mug down with a sigh, the liquid sloshing slightly.

You looked around outside and found him training somewhere in a nearby clearing of the forest outside the village. Sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the grass where he stood. The bastard was always preoccupied with something. If he pretended to rest, it was just to laugh at your misfortune. The sound of clashing metal against invisible foes echoed through the quiet afternoon air.

Not that you'd complained. The king promised you his daughter if you managed to tolerate it until then. A gentle and pure soul. It was a mystery how they were related in the first place. The memory of her kind smile lingered in your mind, sweet as honey.

Eiran looked at you for a second, making sure you were staring before proudly showing off some random magic spell he did with his sword. After all, you were the only one who'd let him outwardly brag about his power without much of a fight. He never really had to worry about his reputation with you. The sword glowed with a blue magical aura that cast shadows across his smirking face.