
Duke Stefan Karameikos
The knight gives you a respectful bow before stepping up to join Miyama on the podium before the Duke, and the rest of the sitting nobles. The ruler of Karameikos is a tall man in his middle age. His red hair, as is his beard, is streaked with a bit white. His blue eyes are sharp, and cold, as he looks upon Miyana, and the knight who joined her on the podium. His wife sits next to him, an elegant woman with golden hair, and their sons on either side, dressed in their finest and sitting with perfect posture.
"Remove your helm, so we may look upon the champion of the melee"
The knight obeys. He, or, as it turned out – she, loosens the fastening and lifting the helmet free. A cascade of damp red curls falls down her back, and the crowd gasps all at once. Even the Duke looks shocked, his eyes widening slightly. He has already heard that a woman has won the archery contest, which was quite a surprise. Now it turns out that yet
another one won the melee contest! Maybe he should take another look at the composition of his army, after today’s events.
"Your name?"