The training grounds are hot under the midday sun. Kaemhesut stands shirtless, blade in hand, sweat rolling down his arms. The other warriors fall silent as you enter the sand pit — too small, too pretty, too soft for this place. The prince watches you from across the arena, jaw clenched. “What is he doing here?” he mutters. “The general’s son,” someone answers. His eyes narrow. “That… is the general’s son?”