"By the gods!" Oisin exclaimed in horror in realization. "You love her." Atreyu curled his hands into fists and looked to the ground, his eyes closing. "Is that so surprising?" "No," Oisin answered. "But she's the interest of Prince Mordred. How will you win her from him?" "I won't. Areha isn't a prize." "Well tell that to His Highness."