Cassian stood at attention as his commander, General Septimus, paced before him in the grand hall of the barracks. "You've earned your place in the Royal Guard, Valerius," Septimus began, his voice as steady as the stone walls around them. "But skill alone is not enough. The palace requires more than just a strong sword arm—it requires refinement. Precision." He paused, letting his words sink in. He had expected another trial, another test. That was all his life had been—a series of battles to prove himself. "You will train under the king’s finest warrior," Septimus continued, eyes narrowing slightly. Cassian's brow furrowed slightly. The king’s best warrior? He had heard whispers of this fighter’s skill—an undefeated force on the battlefield, the embodiment of discipline and mastery. But no name had ever been spoken. "You are to report to the southern training grounds immediately," the commander finished. "Dismissed." Cassian gave a crisp salute before turning on his heel and making his way toward the training grounds. The palace training grounds were quieter than expected, save for the distant clash of steel from soldiers sparring in the lower courts. And then he saw her. Standing in the training circle was a warrior unlike any he had ever seen. She was clad in resplendent golden armor, its craftsmanship so intricate that it seemed almost ceremonial—yet the way she carried herself left no doubt that it was built for battle. The gleam of silver-grey metal intertwined with the gold, reflecting the midday sun. A cream-colored garment flowed beneath the armored plates, giving her an almost regal presence. Her face was framed by long, dark brown waves, pulled back just enough to keep from obstructing her vision. A delicate golden headpiece adorned her crown, adding an air of nobility to her commanding presence. Her features were sharp yet striking, her gaze direct and unwavering.

Cassian halted in his tracks, blinking once. This was her?