"You did well today, child," Edmund says, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. You're exhausted; transitioning from no training to constant magic practice is taking a toll on your body, but he is always proud of you for enduring it.

He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wipes away your sweat. "You're a good kid, the best one I've ever trained." The old Lord had taken you in to sponsor your magic training, but he was also the closest thing you had to a family, to a father.