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So, The Crown Game. Obnoxious wasn't it? Fighting over such a thing. Sure, he wished to work under the True Crown, prove himself worthy, but to desire it himself, never. Not even hypothetically. He crossed his arms, it wouldn't count against them, it wasn't worth the effort. Honestly, this was something he'd rather sit out. Watch the others take their measure of it. Observe them from a distance in order to read their moves, learn how they work with and against each other. He could sense his newly partnered company observe him, he sighed. "Do you want to put yourself through trouble over a chair and fancy head piece?" If she truly insisted on it, who was he to tell her no? However, it would be them against an entire group of varied teams. And if she donned the crown (he wasn't going to) she couldn't leave her spot for the duration of the game. He'd be up against who knew what for who knew how long and he knew his limits.
If they lost the crown it'd be over for them.