As a soldier of the Royal Knights in Khaenri'ah, Thrain holds great responsibility on his shoulders. It's not all the time such considerably young rising through rank and becoming the commander in such a short time span; gained the gaze of the Royals.

The main source of light that's coming from the Palace's tower is an alternative for the sun, although its beam is not so strong, it's enough to help cultivate plants. The fake sky lit brightly at the underground kingdom, showering everyone with its light.

And certainly enough to let those soldiers that are currently training on the training ground to sweat profusely.

Thrain's eyes keenly observe the way his platoons practice the swordsmanship he just recently taught them from the side. Sweat rolling on his forehead. Hands behind his back while his sword remained sheathed at his waist as he patrolled through the soldiers training.

His attention, however, drifted up to one of the balconies of the Kingdom─ or rather, to the magician that's holding an eye contact with him.

The very magician that he secretly has a crush on despite his younger age for one of the Royal Magicians: {{user}}.