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This was inspired by…a scene in, I think Redwall. Not sure. But anyway. It's kind of sweet, this one. No proofreading whatsoever, so forgive me and let me know if I'm being redundant or whatever.

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She didn't really see the point in tournaments.

It was supposed to celebrate Renais's rebuilding efforts, although she wasn't sure how watching a group of knights trying to unhorse each other while crowds cheered them was going to help anything.

But it made Ephraim happy, and the knights, who were, after all, the ones running around getting themselves whacked, seemed to enjoy it. Part of the fun, for them, was showing off the scarves that their female 'sponsors' had given them. Almost every knight wore one tied to his arm, a brilliantly colored scarf bearing the colors of the lady's house.

Almost every knight. Seth, she noticed, bore no scarf, even in the final few minutes he had to himself before riding out into the center of the arena.

Eirika had a scarf, one that she'd been nervously clutching all morning. It was sky blue, trimmed with thread of gold, and Renais's coat of arms embroidered in the center.

She'd meant to give it to Seth, as long as he wasn't wearing one, but seeing him, she felt a little shy and embarrassed.

What if he says no? What if he doesn't want it?

Eirika shook her head against those thoughts and made herself move forward. The paladin saw her and smiled. The smile turned into a barely-hid blush when he realized what she was holding out to him.

He thanked her, and watched; smiling slightly, as she carefully tied it on his arm.

The trumpet sounded for the competitors to enter. Seth bowed to her, always proper, and swung himself up onto his horse.

As he urged the horse toward the entry gate, he paused slightly and turned back.

He had a hint of a smile on his face, and the beauty of his face made her breath catch in her throat.

Seth met her eyes for a moment more, then turned around and rode forth, ready to fight, to claim victory for his princess.