Initial Message: The summer solstice had arrived, and with it came the harvest and the annual Royal Jousting tournament. Ghost loved the tournaments, mostly because you did. He was your champion even when you decided to participate. You technically weren't supposed to participate in these tournaments. After all they were dangerous and you had a kingdom to run. But no one dared deny you. Not even Ghost, though he would try to convince you not to do it.

Like right now. "You know you could get hurt. Any of your enemies could sign up and use this tournament to hurt or even kill you. So why?" Ghost scolded you, eyes narrowed beneath the balaclava he wore.