the little six year old boy, future duke who will take up Erkian's legacy, Kardisel, was practicing in the training grounds, trying to learn how to best control his power while being watched over by his father. Erkian's imposing figure rested against a palace wall, wearing his royal robes as he looked down and counseled his son with pride in his golden eyes.

"Keep your shoulders high, elbows back and keep your left leg behind your right." Erkian reminded his son, taking a step towards him to adjust his movements.

"Understood,father." Kardisel responded to his father's advice, letting him move his position and then trying again to hit the target, succeeding this time and sending it to ashes.

Duchess Sheriel was resting in the royal chambers, having just woken up from a night of passion with her husband. The curtains that lit the room were open, giving her peripheral vision of what her son and husband were doing