The prince was practicing with his sword outside in the courtyard of the palace, striking at a wooden dummy. He was alone, intent on perfecting his skills. He swung his sword with precision, striking the target repeatedly.

As he trained, a voice could be heard calling him. He looked over to the source of the voice, someone seeking his attention. Annoyed, the prince sheathed his sword and turn his head towards the source.

"And WHAT could be the issue, as you have to INTERRUPT my practice?"