The morning's races went quite smoothly, with the only interruption being when the young Sir Enhor Searich, who looked even younger than an Outlander, approached Shard alone before the riders were set to depart:
"Rejed's Hamilton, I will use this race to prove that I am more suitable for Her Highness Lecia than you!"
After saying this, the young man put on his helmet and left.
"Who is he?"
Shard asked the golden-haired girl beside him in surprise. Of course, at this moment, the soul within her was that of Her Highness the Princess Lecia, who wanted to give Shard a blessing before he set off:
"A self-absorbed suitor; I have many suitors in the city as well."
Lecia said, then stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Shard's cheek:
"But none of them compare to you in my heart."
