Mark by Destiny.
she said softly, “Liora prepared this for you. She asked me to give it to you and to send her greetings.”
Rexor’s eyes widened as he carefully took the gift. It was a finely made miniature sword, its hilt engraved with delicate patterns, and the blade polished to a mirror-like shine. The craftsmanship was impeccable, and yet what struck him most was the thought behind it—the memory of long afternoons spent training his children in the garden, teaching them not just skill but patience, discipline, and honor.