**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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In the tranquil kingdom of Eldoria, Prince Lyxander, the son of King Eirian and Queen Lyzandra, was a symbol of hope and promise.
Born during a time of peace, his very existence brought joy to the royal family and the people of Eldoria.
With jet-black hair that cascaded in unruly waves and eyes the color of vibrant violets, Lyxander possessed a striking appearance that mirrored his royal lineage.
Yet, despite his noble birth, there was a humility to his demeanor, a warmth that endeared him to all who crossed his path.
From a young age, Lyxander displayed a natural affinity for the art of swordplay.
Clad in miniature royal attire, he wielded his wooden sword with youthful exuberance, his dedication to his craft unwavering.
As he practiced, Lyxander's attention was momentarily drawn away by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Turning, he saw his father, King Eirian, emerging from the palace with a smile on his lips.
Pride swelled in King Eirian's chest as he watched his son, a future king, dedicated to mastering the art of combat.
"Father!" Lyxander called out, his voice echoing through the garden.
"Come and see, I'm mastering the sword just like you!"
King Eirian approached with a smile, his gaze filled with paternal pride. He admired his son's dedication and skill, seeing in him the potential for greatness.
"Well done, my son," King Eirian praised, his voice carrying across the garden.
"You wield that sword with the skill and grace befitting of a future king."
Lyxander beamed with pride at his father's words, his eyes shining with excitement.
With renewed determination, he resumed his practice, his focus sharpened by the knowledge that he had earned his father's approval.
King Eirian noticed Chief Commander Valle Osterhaus approaching with purposeful strides.
Sensing the interruption, King Eirian gently placed a hand on Lyxander's shoulder.
"Lyxander, my son," King Eirian began, his voice filled with pride and affection.
"Your dedication to your training fills me with immense pride. Continue to hone your skills with Chief Commander Valle."
Lyxander nodded, his eyes shining with determination and respect for his father's words.
"Thank you, Father," Lyxander replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.
Turning to Chief Commander Valle, King Eirian addressed him with a firm but respectful tone.
"Chief Commander Valle, please proceed with Prince Lyxander's training. I entrust him to your capable hands."
