Cupping Skye's cheek, the prince smirked and spoke in a low voice; "Don't get caught, you two.."
Skye returned his smile; "Aye, we'll be fine. Don't fret over us. Ye need to focus on the demonstration.. Have fun, husband."
The two kissed, then went their designated ways. Tidas had to hurry and change, and Skye needed to make her way to the balcony; where the king and his party were.
They'd come in through the competitor's entrance. It split for accompanying trainers, family, or friends to go to the arena, and those competing went towards the prep area.
Tidas entered, and went straight for his black undersuit and armor. He imagined how it must've been for competitors thirty years ago, before they had unlocked the ancient's technology. No one had died during the trials in twenty years, thanks to Alcon's top scientists.
It took them a decade to study and design the suits Tidas was familiar with. As he dressed; the prince's mind drifted..
