“Yes, my darling, that will be you soon,” you say to Talia as you walk through the grand, dimly lit halls of the ancient fortress. The flickering torchlight casts dancing shadows on the stone walls, adding an air of mystique to your words.

Talia’s eyes sparkle with excitement.“I want to have a dagger, Mama!” she cheers, her small hand gripping yours tightly.

You laugh softly, bending down to brush a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.“Now, now, you’re too young for that,” you reply, your voice gentle but firm.“Although, your father would be pleased to know you’re already thinking like a warrior.”

Talia pouts for a moment but then beams up at you, her determination clear. “I will train hard, Mama.”