**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 first light of dawn began to filter through the bustling streets of the Eldorian capital, Prince Lyxander and Rhys hurriedly made their way back to the castle.
They navigated the town's winding paths with practiced ease, their earlier encounter with Cassiel still fresh in their minds.
The urgency of their return was palpable, as Lyxander's sword practice with Chief Commander Valle Osterhaus loomed ahead.
Upon reaching the castle, they slipped through the secret passageway, making their way to Lyxander's quarters.
With little time to spare, they hurriedly changed out of their nondescript attire, replacing it with the familiar garb of royalty and duty.
Lyxander donned his princely attire, while Rhys resumed his role as the stoic personal guard.
As they emerged into the training grounds, they were met with the stern gaze of Chief Commander Valle.
His imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a rigid stance, commanded respect and authority.
His keen eyes flicked to the prince and his new guard as they approached, his expression darkening with impatience.
"You're late, Your Highness!" Valle's voice was sharp, cutting through the morning air.
"Apologies, Chief Commander," Lyxander replied, slightly out of breath but eager to begin.
"We had an unexpected delay."
Valle's eyes narrowed but he said nothing more, turning instead to Rhys.
"And who is this?"
Lyxander gestured to Rhys.
"Chief Commander Valle, this is Rhys Shaw. He has been assigned as my personal guard by my father, King Eirian."
Rhys inclined his head respectfully.
"An honor to meet you, Chief Commander."
Valle scrutinized Rhys with a discerning gaze before giving a curt nod.
"Welcome, Rhys. I trust you'll do your duty well."
With introductions out of the way, Lyxander turned his attention to his practice.
As he moved to the center of the training ground, Valle handed him a practice sword.
The training session commenced with a series of fundamental drills, each movement executed with precision and focus.
Rhys positioned himself a short distance away, choosing a spot on the grass to observe.
He sat cross-legged, his eyes never leaving Lyxander as he sparred with Valle. The prince moved with a blend of youthful enthusiasm and growing skill, each strike and parry a testament to his dedication and the rigorous training he had undergone.
