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The peaceful atmosphere surrounding the training grounds lasted only a few moments before hurried footsteps echoed across the stone pathway once again. A palace guard approached at a brisk pace. Unlike the soldiers who had been searching frantically for Kaelara earlier, this man's expression carried something different. His shoulders were tense, his breathing slightly uneven, and there was an unmistakable nervousness in his eyes, as though the message he carried weighed heavily upon him. The moment he reached them, he immediately dropped to one knee. "Your Majesty." Aurelian shifted his attention toward him. "What is it?" "The Council of Elders requests your presence in the Royal Council Hall." Aurelian frowned ever so slightly. "They're already gathered?" "Yes, Your Majesty." The guard lowered his head even further. "They said... it is urgent." For a brief moment, silence settled over the group. Lucian was the first to break it. He let out an exaggerated groan before dr
Darius sighed. "You disappeared." "I didn't disappear." Kaelara denied, flowing even further. "You weren't in your room." Kaelara looked genuinely confused. "When I woke up, I couldn't sleep anymore. So I came here." She glanced around the quiet training grounds as though the explanation should have been perfectly obvious. Lucian stared at her. "...Without telling anyone?" She blinked innocently. "I didn't think I needed permission to train." Darius pinched the bridge of his nose. "This woman is... sigh." Lucian slowly turned toward Aurelian. "Our future Queen is going to shorten everyone's lifespan." Aurelian shot him a warning glance. Lucian immediately straightened. "I said nothing." "You rarely do." Aurelian scoffed. "I speak." "You babble." "I inspire." "You irritate." Darius nodded thoughtfully. "That's accurate." Lucian placed a hand over his chest. "I deserve better friends." "You don't." Darius shot back. Kaelara watched the exchange with growing amusement
Unlike the bustling courtyards and endless corridors where guards hurried from one wing of the palace to another searching for the mysterious woman who had seemingly vanished overnight, this secluded corner remained untouched by the commotion. Here, there were no frantic voices, no pounding footsteps, and no anxious commands echoing through the air. Only peace, silence, and the sharp whistle of a spear cutting through the wind. Whoosh! Kaelara pivoted gracefully on the balls of her feet, her hair dancing behind her as the long spear spun effortlessly around her body. The weapon disappeared behind her back before sweeping forward in one smooth, devastating arc that would have cleanly separated an opponent's head from their shoulders. Without allowing herself even a heartbeat to pause, she shifted sideways, her feet gliding across the stone floor with practiced precision. Thrust! Spin!! Block!!! Strike!!!! Every movement flowed naturally into the next, seamless as water cas
King Aurelian stood there in perfect silence. Golden eyes regarded them with their usual unreadable calm. His long black coat, embroidered with intricate silver thread, rested flawlessly over broad shoulders, and authority radiated from him with every measured breath. Even without saying another word, his mere presence commanded the room. It was impossible not to feel the weight of a king who had never needed to raise his voice to be obeyed. Lucian immediately rose to his feet, forcing an awkward smile. "So... Good morning?" Aurelian's gaze settled squarely on him. "Continue." Lucian blinked innocently. "...Continue what?" "The part where you were discussing my emotional development," Aurelian said flatly. Without missing a beat, Darius calmly lowered his teacup. "Trust me! I wasn't involved." Lucian stared at him in complete betrayal. "You coward." "I prefer survival." Darius shrugged. Lucian sighed with exaggerated disappointment before placing a hand dramatically ag
Morning arrived over the Obsidian Dominion, basking the Shadowfang Royal Pack in a blessing of sunlight. From the highest palace tower, the kingdom stretched endlessly toward the horizon, where villages had already awakened to another bustling day. Merchants raised the shutters of their shops, children raced laughing through narrow streets, blacksmiths kindled roaring forges, and warriors in dark armor marched through the city gates to begin their daily patrols. Normally, the kingdom greeted each sunrise with disciplined order, every citizen following routines that had remained unchanged for generations. Today... Everything was different. There was only one topic: "The princess walked." "I saw it with my own eyes!" "No, you didn't!" "I did!" "They say the mysterious woman healed her!" "Healed? I heard she performed ancient magic!" "My cousin serves inside the palace. He said Her Highness walked all the way across her room!" "The poison disappeared!" "Impossible..." "No
Isolde stamped one foot against the floor. "No! I want to stay with Kaelara!" "No." Aurelian continued to refuse. "You never let me do anything!" Isolde pouted. "You're impossible!" "So I've been told many times," Aurelian said and moved to stand beside Kaelara. Isolde puffed out her cheeks in frustration. "I'm staying." "No." "I am." "No." Lucian slowly buried his face in one hand. "They're literally arguing using one-word sentences." Darius nodded with complete seriousness. "It runs in the family." Neither knight made any attempt to intervene. Experience had taught them that getting between the royal siblings was like stepping into the middle of a battlefield... you wouldn't accomplish anything except becoming collateral damage. The safest strategy was always to stand back and let the inevitable storm pass. The princess suddenly pointed dramatically at her brother as though delivering a criminal accusation before the royal court. "Aurelian Draven Blackthorn! You're a







