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"Will the kingdom accept this knight who might not be right?" Ambrosius mocked the news reporters, holding a fake microphone in one hand as he climbed up to the secondary floor of the Glorodome which was almost like a balcony that you could look over the stadium from.

No response from Ballistor, he just sat at the edge of the metal balcony, his legs hanging off as he watched the stadium from below.

"Aaand will Ballister be broody on the biggest day of his life?" Ambrosius teased as he sat next to Ballister.

"I'm not brooding- I'm just...- I'm thinking. This is my thinking face." Ballister said defensively though a small smile played on his face.

"Hey, Thinky Face. Look at me," Ambrosius lowered his voice a bit.
"You were better and worked harder than all of us. You're gonna be a knight, Bal!" Ambrosius smiled, shaking Ballister's shoulder a bit.

"Okay, okay, okay-" Ballister snickered a bit before his face went a bit cold.
"But what if they still hate me?" He sighs.

"No one hates a hero of the realm,"
"They're gonna love you,"
"Like I do." Ambrosius smiled softly, his hand laying atop Ballisters as his head lay against the British man's shoulder.
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