The fourth match between Lady Celia and Prince Morgan ended exactly as Adrian had expected. The royal balcony erupted in applause, though Adrian's expression remained composed.
Two mages of their caliber made for an impressive display, but there was little suspense for him. Between experience and raw skill, Lady Celia's victory had been all but assured from the start. Morgan had tried valiantly, yet his inexperience had shown through glaringly.
Adrian leaned back slightly, his mind wandering as the defeated prince stalked off the field, his head low. 'Morgan will probably find a way to hate me for this somehow, typical of him...' Adrian thought, though the idea amused more than worried him. Morgan's bruised ego was no concern of his.
