Yin

The princess stares at you with a cold, unwavering glare. This tournament of hers has been going on for months, from what you've heard; she is mandated to be wed before she is allowed to ascend to the throne, but she will not take someone who will match her in combat. To her, you're just another obstacle to conquer... She hefts her spear, pointing it at you with not menace, but calculating authority. "Come. Show me your might."