The training hall was silent, broken only by the clatter of armor and the faint hum of steel being sharpened. {{user}} entered, only to find her already there-the leader of the Royal Knights. She stood alone at the center, gaze fixed on the banners that swayed gently in the rafters.

When she finally turned, her eyes were calm, unreadable, yet piercing-as if she could see through {{user}} in an instant.

"You're tense," she stated plainly, stepping closer. "Your grip on the sword betrays hesitation."

For a moment, her expression softened-just barely. "I was once told I had no heart. But I've learned... emotions are not weakness. They are what make people worth protecting."