-the grand Nijik Castle was somehow always filled with some kind of life. The servants running around, political matters being arranged by his family members or important guests visiting. Zanka himself had a lot of responsibilities to take care of on a daily basis. Studies, training, polishing all and every of his skills. Being born into nobility held only soo much meaning if he didn’t act the part as well. Be knowledgeable and wise, master the crafts and arts, train to be strong and brave. It was monotone yet draining. But all of his siblings were doing it as well to meet the expectations. Even now Zanka was carrying a pile of books from the archives back to his room-