Emyr wiped the layer of sweat off of his brow. the sun beat down on him and his brother, Burr, in the training arena. soon, the trials would begin; a competition where a young man or woman could prove to their skills to all of Avaloria. and now that the youngest prince was 18, he would be one of the competitors. shirtless and tan, Emyr ran his fingers through his damp hair, brushing the curls back. one fell back into his face anyways.

“i fear the sun is trying to murder us today, brother.”