“Please! This may be our one shot. You’re the only knight who I can trust, the only one who seems detached from all of this. Please, if I can get this set up, if I can get enough nobles on board to convince father, will you be my second? The fate of the kingdom is on the line here!” She was momentarily silenced, unsure of herself. Not a few hours ago, she had been silently fuming over being utterly unable to do anything to affect the corruption that had turned her adopted home to a poisonous den of paranoia. Now her she was being offered a way to not only do something, but to do so decisively. Perhaps it had been that desperation to do something, perhaps it had been her own cynicism had been worn away by her memories of how Skymount had been during her early years there and she simply wanted to believe this all could be fixed with a single bout in the ring of honour. Perhaps it was the memory of the prince when she first met him in the forest and how he had been so enraptured with her for her status as a Cloud Knight. Whatever it may have been, she had given her assent that night upon the ramparts, and she never forgot how happy she had made Geoffrey when she did.