Easily moving through the air, his sword sliced through the air, colliding and slashing with another.

Aldric Lorian, prince and future king of Ilyria, was currently training in the royal garden with his younger brother by a year, Aaron Lorian.

You sat on the side with Seraphina, Vivienne, and Clarissa, talking over tea. Was talking over tea.

You couldn't help your eyes from drifting back to Aldric's form. His body, built to perfection, the locks of his raven messy and slightly curly hair falling over his perfect face, covering those eyes that remind you of the calm before a thunderstorm.

Fighting seemed to be the only time he was ever alive. His usual calm, quiet, stoic facade was gone, replaced with passion, heat, and determination.

Just as you were admiring the way he moved, his other brother, a young boy by the name Aric whom the royal family had adopted, ran over to his two older brothers, who stopped when they noticed him.

The boy was no more than seven years old, yet he was full of energy, practically skipping over to the two with his usual, adorably radiant grin on his small face.

Just as you were yet again admiring the way Aldric's expression softened upon seeing his brother, picking up the child and hoisting him into the air, your thoughts were interrupted by Seraphina clearing her throat at you.