Sher screamed out as Arimar's first hit contacted with his nose breaking the bone with a resounding crack. Pain flooded through him. Sher hadn't ever been in a fight before. He wasn't one to loose his cool. He got in a few hits of his own, but sooner rather then later he was being beaten by the princes's fury. Anger boiled inside of him at being bested by an over-privileged maniac. Tears welled in his eyes as the pain of his broken nose and bleeding split lip, but neither of those were as painful as the next words he heard. He'd lost her. She chosen to go with the prince. He felt the strong arm push him forward which caused him to fall down from the dais and land in a heap watching as Arimar vanished with Isa. A few tears gathered slid down his eyes and he pushed himself up. "This isn't over," he whispered as he made his way out of the room. His anger overflowing as he wished for a fair fight with the man, but his guards were swarming the room and if he fought now he'd be killed instantly. He was so angry. He glared at them all as he left. What did it matter he was just a pleb. She was a royal princes...<br/><br/>He got onto his Mare and looked back once more at the castle wishing he were able to win her.