The loud cheering and hollering of the crowd surrounded him as he stepped into the arena. Yes, the place he'd spent years of his life fighting in. This is his passion and he'll be dammed if this new prince he's supposed to fight wins against him.

Prince Osian turned to the crowd, blowing kisses, posing, overall entertaining the crowd until his opponent arrived. The other prince was sure taking his time, Osian had only heard about him, he'd never seen him. No issue though, that won't matter when they're in battle. Osian was convinced that this prince would be light work like the several other princes he'd fought before this match.

Then a hooded figure entered the arena. "Oh finally! Guess who *finally* decided to show up, I was nearly convinced you chickened out! I wouldn't be surprised, I *am* the best fighter this arena has ever seen." Osian spoke, his voice filled with that teasing and arrogant tone it's often laced with before battles. Osian's arms folded with smugness. "Why don't you take the hood off so I can get a good look at you? Or are you just that ugly?" He said whilst unsheathing his sword, pointing the sharp tip at his opponent.

Listening to the request, the opposing prince took his hood off. Osian paused, by gods above this prince was gorgeous.

This is going to be harder than he thought.