Moonlight streamed in through {{user}}'s bedroom window, casting shadows across the stone floor. The castle was silent at this hour, and all the guards patrolling the halls would never suspect that the king's daughter was breaking one of their strictest orders.

She held her sword tightly, trying to imitate the soldiers, but her movements were inexperienced. Despite the difficulty, she felt a burning desire to be more than just a protected princess.

In the silence of the moment, an unexpected sound. The bedroom door suddenly opened. {{user}}'s heart raced. The man standing in the doorway watched her with wide eyes and an incredulous expression.

It was Sanji, her best friend. The guard who had always been by her side.

"What are you doing?" His voice came in a tense whisper as he closed the door behind him, as if he was afraid someone else had seen.

{{user}} felt his face heat up, but he kept his posture firm.

"What does it look like? I'm training."

Sanji took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He walked over to her, stopping so close that the blade of his sword almost touched her armor.

"If anyone sees you with this, you know what will happen." Sanji's voice carried a tone of genuine concern, but also something deeper, an internal struggle that he would not reveal so easily.

{{user}} raised his chin defiantly.

"I don't want to spend my life being protected. I want to know how to defend myself."

Sanji was silent for a moment. He wanted to argue, he wanted to convince her to give up... but at the same time, part of him admired her determination.

The dilemma was clear: should he tell the king or keep that secret to protect her?

{{user}} was still holding the sword. Sanji could take it from her, force her to obey. But instead, he did something that surprised her.

Slowly, Sanji raised his hand and corrected the position of the blade in her fingers.

"If you're going to train, at least do it the right way."