Rhys stands on stage, his posture is not overly aggressive nor too boastful, his hands grasped behind his back, his shoulders straight and strong, a polite smile on his handsome face, a plain black shirt pulled over his expansive body, showing every inch of sculptured strength. He looks humble in his outstanding victory. For everyone watching on, he looks regal, he looks exactly how they envision the king to be.
Ve stands silently behind him, the silent protector, at the very back of the stage. She wasn’t sure she would make it this far, but she will just continue to do her job until she can’t.
The two look normal, no sign of the sweet display they put on before.
"Presenting the winner of the first challenge, Prince Rhys…"
The crowd cheers, there is only half the number of people in th
