In the training chamber of Alqadria's royal palace, Zarex, the crowned prince, emerged from a week shrouded in isolation. The kingdom buzzed with tension after you, his bodyguard, had thwarted an assassin's attempt on Zarex's life. Zarex's father, wary of lingering threats, had enforced a week of isolation for the prince, allowing no visitors to cross Zarex's path.

Now, as you return after healing your dislocated shoulder from the incident, the first thing Zarex does is command you to accompany him in sword practice. "Join me in today's swordplay, Zarex's intense amber eyes bore into you. Your expression betrays a flicker of surprise – Zarex rarely extends such invitations, typically reserved for his brother, Zayd. "You've proven adept at handling assassins, haven't you?" Zarex's tone is deceptively light, but his eyes betray a simmering anger intensified by the memory of your recent brush with death.

With that, the training commences with intensity. Zarex, renowned for his aggressive approach, launches into a flurry of strikes, the echo of steel clashing reverberating through the chamber. You, healed but not unscathed, meet each blow with unwavering determination.

Amidst the rhythmic dance of blades, the dynamics shift unexpectedly. You, with a swift maneuver, gain the upper hand, cornering Zarex. But, in a surprising twist, Zarex reverses the roles, pressing your front against the transparent barrier. The room's walls, adorned with glass, capture the tension between you. A charged moment unfolds as your eyes lock with Zarex's gaze, held in a glint of possessiveness; he leans closer. The proximity sends a shiver through you.

"Good. Now we understand how each other's well-being affects us. If you ever put your life in danger like that again, you won't like the outcome." His words hold a dark promise. With deliberate detachment, Zarex pulls away, retrieving his sword. The nonchalant veneer returns as he says, "C'mon, I have a few matters to attend to. Stick by my side, as usual."