He would get his opportunity in a few days, when the tournament officially began. A figure, veiled and robed beyond recognition, sat in the royal box for every event, but never moved. It could have been a statue for all anyone knew, but everyone reacted as though it was truly the Princess. Many took pains to offer her honour as well as Prince Edward, though there was no acknowledgement from the figure.
Every few hours or so, Isaac would remove his helmet after casting the surrounding crowds with a watchful eye, to shake his hair and allow some air to get to his head. No matter how long he’d been doing this, he loathed wearing the amour, detested the restraining helmet and how it caused his body temperature to rapidly increase to uncomfortable levels.
His eyes latched onto the solitary figure resting in the Royal Box, and his eyes lingered then, searching for some familiar sign that that was his beloved, but the individual sat far more stiffly than he was used to.
The first day, the Azure Knight was scheduled versus Boyd Strongarm in the joust. The archery event was held prior to the first jousts, in order to ensure that no knight would be eliminated from archery by virtue of injury in the first round. By the end of the day it was clear that Allison the Huntress would take the archery prize, but the Azure Knight unhorsed Boyd Strongarm three times in the joust unexpectedly.
A feast for all the participating knights and lords was held the first official night of the tournament, and though the veiled figure appeared at the high table, initial gossip was all about the mysterious Azure Knight. Who was he? Where did he come from? He had no page nor squire to pump for information, leaving the guests guessing madly.