Princess Amaya hurried towards the arena, her pace nearly a jog as she aimed to arrive as quickly as possible. A sigh of relief escaped her as she arrived to find that the men's semi-finals had just finished.
As she scanned the bleachers, her eyes landed on Prince Raquim, seated on the right wing with a somber look on his face. However, as soon as he caught sight of the Princess, a radiant smile illuminated his face, causing the dimples at the corners of his mouth to deepen. The women beside him were visibly enthralled, eagerly snapping pictures with Raquim as the backdrop.
"Princess Amaya couldn't help but tease, "What happened to you? You look like you've lost a fortune in a bet!"
"Argo lost in the semi-finals. He just finished fifth place." He grumbled. "During my time, at least I am a silver medalist."
"Your brother is still young. He still has a chance in the next biennial." Amaya tried to comfort him. "Others even didn't get to the quarterfinals."