Xavierre smiled and thanked the couple who had just congratulated him on his wins with great appreciation, sincerity covering his tone of voice. In high spirits and the best of moods, the king of North Nabar then strode into the Great Hall in his usual ever-confident gait. For when did Xavierre not looked confident? And if he ever felt uneasy or slighty unsure, the male was always very careful to NEVER EVER LET IT SHOW. He COULD NOT... show any weaknesses. A principled he had drilled onto himself eversince a young age and had always lived by since then. For who would place their trust, confidence and faith in him as a leader if he show vulnerabilities that could easily be attacked at or made it used of? And Xavierre always needed every single ounce of support he could get, especially from the nobles and other royals, due to his origins. From the moment he had started craving acknowledgement, admiration and love desperately, the hurt young boy had deemed the crown as the solution and thus worked his way up in winning the hearts and confidence of as many people as possible with accomplishing every single goal of his own, pro-actively helping to solve the problems of the country and overcoming every single challenge slowly but surely as well as perfecting the golden persona of a compassionate and strategic leader.
The jousting tournament had finally taken a break for lunch and though kings were usually not encouraged to partake in this particular sport for their own precious protection, Xavierre simply just couldn’t stay away. He loved jousting and melee’s, the latter being a way where he could finally let out some violence ( a result of long, well-hidden rages) without being judged wrongly and the former, was yet another wonderful opportunity to showcase his skills. He had disguised himself at first for the fun of it, not revealing his true identity till he finally won for the third time. Feeling rather euphoric and with adrenaline still coursing hotly through his veins, he then glanced around and cheerfully grinned,” I’m still looking for a harder challenge, my lords and sirs. Who wants to get knocked of their horse by me after our midday meal?” he teased. It was normal to for contestants to get a little cocky during tournaments like these, all in the name of good humor and entertainment.