The morning sun shimmered over the vast expanse of the Zarethrone training ground.
A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and iron, the clang of swords already echoing through the air. Kaelith, Hale, Nigel, and the royal guards arrived on the field, each bearing a different energy.
Hale walked closely behind Kaelith, quiet but observant, while Nigel bounced with light-hearted excitement, his long hair tied neatly as he greeted every familiar face.
Bodyguards stationed around the grounds took notice of the unusual trio. Whispers floated among them, mostly about the radiant prince and the beautiful newcomer, Nigel, whose charm had not gone unnoticed.
As the group settled into their session, Kaelith began giving instructions. "Maintain your stances," he ordered. His voice was calm but assertive, the natural command of a crown prince who knew his way around the blade.
