Prince who struggles to bring himself to completion alone and is hungry for the assistance of his favourite knight, but has yet to select a champion.
Prince who has his eye on the two knights that regularly remain as the last pair standing in the melées. One wins this event, but in that tourney the other will best him. They are too evenly matched.
Besides which, both are righteous and honourable and appealing to the eye. One is full of bright smouldering charm and the other has a dark quiet intensity. And either, of course, would fight and die for a chance to bring pleasure to his prince.
A test of relevant skills is required before the prince can say which is best placed to meet his more personal needs.
So that is how the two knights end up curled around each other on the rug in the prince's private chamber, codpieces removed and glistening cocks sliding in and out of each other's busy mouths; while the prince reclines in an armchair with his legs flung over one side, fingering his goblet of warm wine and watching.
The instruction to each is to learn his opponent's weaknesses and overwhelm him with pleasure at the earliest opportunity, while keeping the drive to reach his own pinnacle carefully in check. Neither is permitted to pull away until one has stripped the other's defences bare and tasted the white flag of his defeat.
To the victor go the spoils. The unfortunate knight who succumbs to the temptation to empty his balls will be dismissed from the bedchamber to return to his usual duties. The other will then have his well-stoked desire put to grander use on the enormous four-poster bed.
Decisions are so tedious, and the prince has quite enough of them to make in the council chamber, without having to make them in his bedchamber besides.
How pleasant it is then, he thinks, when a hungry trophy need only watch with languid interest and palm his twitching cock through his braies while he waits for the victor to reveal himself. Need only savour the anticipation as the sounds drifting up from the rug grow increasingly low and sweet, the intensity graduating from restrained to desperate. As the tongue of one knight finally discovers the exact right spot with the exact right pressure, and the movements of the other knight slide into frantic urgency at both ends, his ardent desire to win his prince now battling fiercely against a string of sudden and uncharacteristic impulses to yield to an opponent.