Xander, the crowned prince of Nohr…was restless. Tirelessly swinging away with his blade in the dead of night was an often occurrence for him.

But he slashed at the training dummies with a frustrated fire in his eyes, you could see it from a mile away.

He panted as he withdrew his sword, an uncomfortable twinge in his brow. “You should be resting.” He said, his back to you.