Stewart did, but only just.

Most of the crowd was chanting the Crown Prince’s name, as they witnessed the spectacle. Alan was getting tired, his moves slowing precariously. If he did not land a hit soon, Stewart would do so. He had to take a risk to end the match while he could still defend himself. The problem was, Stewart did not give him many opportunities. His guard was near flawless and his greater strength would win any entanglement.
  He planned to go all in at Stewart’s next attack. He did not wait long, as his cousin lounged for his weak side. Alan turned Stewart’s blade with his parrying dagger, but the stronger man was quick to recover his guard before Alan could strike with his rapier. In his haste for quick victory, Alan abandoned reason and pressed the attack. The thrust of his rapier was quickly dispatched by Stewart’s sword, but Alan kept coming towards him, hoping to land the hit with his dagger. Stewart, trained from countless spars with guards and his brother, reacted quickly and closed the distance, grabbing Alan’s weak arm. There was a great clatter of steel, as the two of them abandoned their now useless main weapons. A struggle for Alan’s dagger ensued, one that Alan had dreaded and was nearly certain to lose.
  Inevitably, Stewart wrested control of the dagger from his opponent, but he did not strike immediately. They disentangled and now Stewart was the only one armed, while Alan was bare-handed.
  ‘Looks like I win, unless you want to continue till I do draw blood?’ he asked his cousin.

Alan was trying to find a way to turn this fight around. Stewart had given him leeway by not striking when he had the chance—a mistake like that should not go unpunished. Both their swords lay on the ground between them but reaching one without opening oneself up to attack was near impossible. Once again, he had to risk it all in order not to lose. He leaped for the sword nearest to him, but Stewart saw it coming a mile away. He mirrored Alan’s move and closed in for victory.
  For a moment, everything was silent in the Palace’s courtyard—even the birds held their song to witness the outcome of the duel. Alan kneeled at Stewart feet, his rapier in his hand and pointed just short of his cousin’s flank. The more precarious situation happened higher up, Stewart held the dagger just short of Alan’s cheek, daring to draw blood, should Alan move a muscle.
  ‘Good move, but not good enough,’ Stewart said, and flicked his wrist in triumph, drawing a small cut on Alan’s cheek. The rapier clanked to the ground again, as Alan let go in exhaustion. The match was over, and the day was lost for him. The spectator’s erupted in cheers for the Crown Prince. King Malcolm looked especially pleased, seeing his eldest son’s performance. Stewart extended his hand to help his cousin to his feet and Alan gladly took it, wanting nothing more than just keel over and lay down for a spell.

They were both out of breath but looked at each other with new-found respect.
  ‘Dare I say, that was pretty close at the end, though. Didn’t expect you to fight so well,’ Stewart complimented Alan.
  ‘Me? You’re a **** of nature. I can barely stand right now,’ Alan admitted, ‘Seems like you did more than just chase skirts while I was gone.’
  ‘Ah, you see, one comes with the other! If you can fight well, then the skirts come to you,’ he laughed, ‘Don’t believe me? Just look at the girls watching us.’ Alan looked to the crowd and noticed for the first time how many young women had come to watch them. Catrina had told him about “an army of nubile young women at the palace” and it turned out she was right. Who were they all? Servant girls? Cooks? They all seemed rather pleased with the cousins’ display and were whispering with each other and stealing glances at the two warriors. Stewart clapped him on the shoulder, ‘Looks like you made a good first impression!’
  Among the crowd, one woman and man stood out among them all. Two silver-haired young people. One a vision of angelic beauty, the other what one could only describe as a “beautiful man”. He knew those silver tresses, his eldest and youngest cousin, respectively. But before he could greet them, King Malcolm approached him and Stewart.
  ‘Marvellous, just marvellous! Maybe we should hire the two of you for my birthday’s tourney? I’m sure the people would enjoy seeing you fight as much as the staff did,’ he turned to the crowd and shouted, ‘Who, I might add, should be working right now!’ A murmur went through the crowd and they started dispersing, some of the girls still giggling with each other as they looked back at the King and the two duellists. The two remaining children of the King and their companions slowly approached the trio.
  ‘Well, fuck me and call me Shirley, if that wasn’t a groovy fight, big brother!’ Duncan spoke up, ‘My two friends here could fill buckets with their flowing juices from watching the two of you.’
  The brunette on his left went red with shame, ‘My liege, stop it!’ The redhead on his other side just sheepishly giggled at his candour.
  Adella rolled her eyes at her youngest brother, ‘Wash your mouth out with soap, Duncan. And how dare you bring your two playthings to the King’s side just like that?’
  Malcom chuckled, ‘O, I don’t mind them, my dear. They’re easy on the eyes—they can stay if they like.’
  Duncan looked to his playmates, ‘See? I told you my dad would like you.’ The two girls just giggled.
  Adella scrunched up her face in disgust and groaned loudly, ‘Men! What did I do to deserve this family?!’
  The King chuckled again, ‘Speaking of family, Adella, Duncan. You remember your cousin, Alan?’ He presented the young man to his family.
  Adella’s mouth fell open in shock, ‘Alan!? But I thought, he was in exile!’
  ‘Technically speaking, I never exiled my brother’s children, my dearest—only him—but he took them with him, of course,’ the King explained, ‘Alan’s actually here with the Obscurian diplomats.’
  The young princess rushed to her cousin and leaped in his arms, ‘Gods, Al. I missed you. W—Where’s Cat?! Is she with you?’
  ‘Hey, ‘Ella. It’s so good to finally see you again,’ he said, ‘Cat’s not here—I’m sorry—but she told me to give you her regards. She misses you terribly.’
  The silver-haired girl pressed herself to him as if he would vanish into thin air if she let go, ‘I do too! How’s she, is she well?’
  Alan chuckled, ‘Yeah, she’s fine, given the circumstances. A bit frustrated but fine. How’ve you been?’
  She laughed ruefully, ‘Much the same, I guess. Fine but frustrated.’

Duncan tapped his sister on her shoulder, ‘Now, if you two would find a room to shag or let me have a chat with my old friend here, I’d be really down with either.’ Adella went beet-red and stepped back from Alan. The youngest among them draped his arm around his cousin, ‘Alan, Alan, Alan. It’s not very nice to leave us waiting so long for your return. And where did you leave that sexy sister of yours?’
  Alan coughed, ‘Sexy sister? Duncan, she was nine the last time you saw her!’
  Duncan laughed, ‘So? I’m sure she’s sexy now! Unless she’s not then—ahm, shit happens?’
  ‘I’ll have you know my sister is very sex—I’m mean she’s not unattractive, objectively speaking,’ Alan corrected himself, ‘And she’s back home, thanks for asking.’
  ‘Too bad, I would’ve liked to see her again,’ Duncan sighed, ‘We just have to catch up, Ally.’ He looked to his two companions and whispered in Alan’s ear, ‘Tatyana, that’s the fire-crotch from the north, really likes you, mate. We could have some fun with them, if you catch my drift. You do like girls, right? If not, I know this really cute dude—’

Now it was Adella turn to interrupt them, ‘Duncan would you stop trying to corrupt our cousin the moment he comes back home! And stop talking about Catrina like she’s some floozy for you to conquer—she’s your damn cousin too!’
  Duncan held his arms up in defence, ‘Whoa there, wildcat, retract those claws! Are you jealous I’m taking up your man’s time?’ He giggled.
  ‘Get your mind out of the gutter, Duncan. He’s my cousin not my “man”!’ she shouted back.
  ‘Then you won’t mind if I take him on a wild ride through the night, right?’ he goaded her.
  She took Alan’s arm possessively, ‘You don’t even want that, am I right, Alan? Please tell me you’re not the same horn-dog as the rest of them.’
  Alan chuckled, ‘Look, Duncan, that sparring match tired me out quite a bit. I’d love to catch up with you—don’t get me wrong—but a “wild night” isn’t in my stars.’ Adella looked at him adoringly. Finally, someone in her family had turned down depravity!
  Duncan said, ‘Your loss buddy, but we’ll catch up sooner or later!’
  Alan nodded, ‘Sure, I’d like that.’