Heroist
- Arnold, has that joyous hour truly come when the chains of your solitude shall turn to dust at the touch of a fair bride, and the sad prince shall awaken from slumber by the tender kiss of her longed-for lips?
- Your Charm. - The Knight of Sincerity bowed his head.
- My Lady Alsira, my indelicacy has no excuse, yet the circumstances that have arisen, namely - the upcoming events, compel me to shatter this wondrous moment in the most treacherous manner and barbarously steal away your escort, but I wish to believe that your heart will find room to forgive this villainous act.
Arnold de Arriet reluctantly bids farewell to his dance partner and departs together with the peach-haired woman. Immediately after this, the celebration moves to its next stage, during which the knights of the regions had the opportunity to raise their prestige, and with it the reputation of their lord.
— Oh, there is no need for that; every moment in the company of Lord Arnold fills the cup of gratitude to overflowing, Your Magnificence. — Alsira greeted the foreign lady-lord as etiquette demanded. — From the bottom of my heart, I dare to express wishes of success in all the events' undertakings. I wish to envision a gracious end to the crown festivities, and a swift and friendly meeting to come.
The briefly uttered words of the peach-haired ruler made her turn her memories back for a moment, but they were then dismissed as prickly humor. She would not wish, through inexperience, to bestow upon her gallant escort thoughts that would disturb his peace of mind.
Having studied the schedule of the announced competitions, Alsira scanned the hall for the lady she had inadvertently left behind.