**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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King Eirian sat in his royal chamber, the morning sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows.
His mind was occupied with thoughts of his son, Prince Lyxander, and the responsibilities that lay ahead. He called for his trusted servant, a man named Alaric, to summon the young prince.
"Alaric," the king said, his voice steady and authoritative.
" Find Prince Lyxander and bring him to me. I wish to speak with him."
"At once, Your Majesty," Alaric replied, bowing deeply before exiting the chamber to fulfill his duty.
Alaric moved swiftly through the castle, his footsteps echoing in the stone corridors.
He knew exactly where to find the prince at this hour. After a brief search, he spotted Lyxander walking down a corridor, still invigorated from his morning sword practice with Chief Commander Valle.
"Your Highness," Alaric called, approaching the young prince with a respectful bow.
"The king has requested your presence in his chamber."
Lyxander nodded, a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.
"Thank you, Alaric. I will go to him shortly. I need to clean myself first."
"Of course, Your Highness," Alaric said, bowing again before stepping aside to allow Lyxander to prepare.
Lyxander returned to his chambers, quickly freshening up and changing into more presentable attire.
Once ready, he made his way to the royal office, his mind racing with thoughts of what his father might wish to discuss.
As he approached the guarded door, the sentries stood at attention and opened it for him.
Lyxander stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sight of his father seated behind a grand desk, the room adorned with rich tapestries and maps of the kingdom.
"Ah, Lyxander," King Eirian said, his face lighting up with a warm smile.
"Come, sit with me."
Lyxander walked over to his father's side, taking the seat offered to him. The king regarded his son with pride, noting the maturity and intelligence that shone in his violet eyes.
"Tell me, my son, how have your studies and sword practice been progressing?" King Eirian inquired, leaning back in his chair.
Lyxander met his father's gaze confidently.
"I am doing well, Father. My studies are going smoothly, and Chief Commander Valle says I am making significant progress in my swordsmanship."
The king nodded, his smile broadening.
"You are truly a genius, Lyxander. Even at your young age, you think with the wisdom and clarity of a much older man. It makes me proud to see how you are growing."
