Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

Royal Announcement

In one of the 460 rooms of the Winter Palace was a gym fitted with various gym equipment that can be dated back to the early nineteen-thirties.

In the middle, there was a boxing ring currently being used by two figures exchanging punches at one another.

They were, Alexander Romanoff, the future emperor of the Ruthenia Empire, and his head of security, Rolan Makarov.

Rolan went with a straight hook and Alexander dodged it in anticipation. Seeing an opening, Alexander returned with a counter jab. But little did he know, Rolan was expecting him to do it.

Before Alexander could realize what just happened, he was countered by Rolan's lead uppercut.

Every nerve of his being tingled as he was about to imagine what would happen if that punch landed on his chin.

In the heat of the moment, Rolan's uppercut didn't go all the way through as he stopped his fist just a millimeter away from Alexander's chin.

"It will knock you out, Your Majesty," Rolan casually remarked.

"I'm aware of that," Alexander replied, his voice slightly strained. "I think we should end this here."

The two of them let go of their fighting stance after they agreed on a ceasefire. Alexander's wiped the sweat off his face with a towel as Rolan is helping him remove his boxing gloves.

"I'm impressed that you hold out longer than I expected, sire," Rolan commented, seemingly impressed. "Are you sure you didn't receive formal training? Because from my perspective, you didn't fight like a prince who I thought would be amateur, but a fighter, who already had experience."

Alexander chuckled shyly. "You are praising me too much, Rolan. I still have ways to go before I can reach your level."

"You're too humble, Your Majesty."

They laughed.

The reason they sparred at one another was simply because of his exercise regimen. After meeting the ministers of each department in the morning, he'll have a lot of free time in the afternoon which he can use for training and exercise to boost the overall performance of his body.

He's been doing it since he recovered from the injuries he had incurred from the assassination attempt on the royal family. He thought adding martial arts to his regimen would benefit him in the future in case Rolan isn't around to protect him.

Although this whole regimen is nothing new to him since in his past life, he has been attending classes that teach self-defense, particularly mixed martial arts, boxing, and Krav Maga. Most of which he does during his free time.

Overall, the reason was him adding it to his exercise routine and second if he still has the skills he learned from his past life.

It turns out that he still has it. It's the reason why Rolan was impressed. As one who would normally think that a prince of a country would be an inexperienced fighter that would only last a second in a fight.

"I'll look forward to our sparring match tomorrow," Alexander said.

"Same goes here," Rolan commented lightly.

As they stepped out of the ring a man in a royal imperial guard's uniform entered the room.

"Your Majesty, you have a message from Prime Minister Sergei."

He handed out a letter.

"Thank you. I'll read it in my office," he said as he grabbed the letter.

"Yes, sire,"