"Y-your what?" Theora coughed.
"My partner," Breorion smiled. "At the Selection Ball, in a couple of days. My date, if you prefer. My plus-one, my dance companion, my-"
"I get the idea!" Theora exclaimed, raising a hand to stop him. "But... Why would you think this is even remotely a good idea?"
"Why not?" Breorion shrugged with disarming confidence.
"I... I'm a trainee knight!"
"Nothing prevents a trainee knight from attending the selection if they have a valid invitation," Breorion said. "And my plus-one is very valid."
"You cannot possibly think of bringing me! I'm not suitable as a plus-one!"
"You are," Breorion said. "You're a lady, which is, of course, the main prerequisite. Although I'd like to think we're living in modern times, and there is more tolerance... But that's no
