**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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As the dust settled on the grand arena of Norhall, Rhys Shaw stood tall amidst the crowd.
The doubt that had clouded the faces of the spectators when he first entered the arena had been replaced by awe and admiration, for Rhys had emerged victorious against his formidable opponents.
King Eirian and the council members gathered to discuss the identity of this mysterious swordsman who had single-handedly defeated the five elite warriors.
There was speculation and whispers among the nobles, but none could deny the skill and prowess displayed by Rhys Shaw.
Prince Lyxander watched from the sidelines, his fascination mingled with a hint of envy as he observed Rhys's effortless mastery of the sword.
Despite being similar in age, the difference in their skill was apparent, leaving Lyxander to ponder his own abilities and aspirations.
As the celebration at Norhall continued to swirl around him, Prince Lyxander found himself drawn to a quiet corner of the courtyard, away from the revelry and laughter.
His mind was filled with thoughts of the mysterious swordsman, Rhys Shaw, whose skill and bravery had left a lasting impression on him.
With determination burning in his heart, Lyxander made a silent vow to himself. He promised to practice harder than ever before, to hone his skills with the sword until he too could match the prowess of Rhys Shaw.
Inspired by the young swordsman's courage and tenacity, Lyxander knew that he had found a new goal to strive for a goal that would push him to his limits and beyond.
King Xebastian announced that everyone was welcome to join the Norhall Grand Celebration, where the king will decide if the participants would be given the chance to become Royal Warriors,
Amidst the jubilant atmosphere of the Norhall Royal banquet, where guests feasted and celebrated the conclusion of the Eldorian Match, the talk of the evening was the legendary swordsman who had bested the elite warriors.
Every corner of the courtyard echoed with tales of Rhys Shaw's feat, leaving Prince Lyxander intrigued and eager to learn more about this enigmatic figure who had captured the imagination of the kingdom.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and the evening descended upon the gathering, torches were lit, casting flickering shadows across the courtyard.
The air was alive with laughter and music, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of roasted meats and spiced wines.
Prince Lyxander moved through the crowd, his eyes darting from face to face as he listened to snippets of conversation about Rhys Shaw.
Some spoke in hushed whispers, awestruck by the young swordsman's skill and daring.
Others speculated on his origins and the secrets that shrouded his past.
Finding a quiet alcove away from the bustling throngs of guests, Lyxander leaned against a stone pillar, his thoughts consumed by visions of the epic battles he had witnessed earlier that day.
