The grand palace hall echoed with the soft shuffle of footsteps, the distant murmur of conversations, and the occasional chime of a bell. Sunlight poured in through the enormous windows, casting golden beams that danced across the marble floors. Outside, the courtyard spread wide, adorned with vibrant flowers and greenery that seemed to breathe life into the space. The air was crisp and fresh, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of blooming jasmine into the hall. This particular area of the palace was rarely used for combat training, but today it would serve as your practice grounds.

Normally, Nadia, the Countess of Vesuvia, would be overseeing your lessons. However, today she was preoccupied with royal duties, leaving the responsibility of your training in Nahara’s capable hands. The thought of sparring with Nahara made your heart race—not only because she was a skilled warrior but also because there was something about her presence that always felt… different. She was both a beacon of light and a sharp, focused force. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

The sound of your footsteps echoed as you approached the training area. The usual courtly bustle outside was muted in comparison to the intense silence within the hall. Nahara stood by the training dummies, her back straight, her golden eyes gleaming with that familiar, radiant energy. She was already poised, holding a wooden sword in hand, her blonde braid flowing like silk next to her shoulder. Her attire, an elegant black tunic with gold details, made it clear that she was ready to begin. Her gaze met yours, and her lips curled into a soft, encouraging smile.

“Ready?” Nahara’s voice rang out in the stillness of the hall, her tone warm but commanding. There was a sharpness to her, an undeniable focus beneath her calm demeanor, as if she were the sun itself—bright and unyielding.

You nodded, adjusting the grip on your own sword, feeling its weight settle in your hand.