**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 Prince Lyxander emerged from his chambers, the buzz of activity in the castle corridors greeted him like a familiar friend.
It had been days since he had been confined to his room under the watchful eye of Rhys, and the news of the soldier's assassination had spread like wildfire throughout the castle.
As he made his way through the bustling halls, whispers followed in his wake, echoing the grim tale of the fallen guard.
Yet, despite the air of tension that hung heavy in the air, there was also a sense of relief among the castle inhabitants knowing that Rhys had been by the prince's side throughout the ordeal.
The soldiers continued their relentless pursuit of the culprit, their efforts fueled by the urgency of the situation.
However, their progress had been stymied at every turn, as the elusive assassin seemed to vanish without a trace, leaving behind nothing but a trail of unanswered questions.
"It's like he's a ghost," one of the soldiers remarked, frustration evident in his voice.
"Every lead we follow, every clue we uncover, it just leads to a dead end. It's as if he's been one step ahead of us the entire time."
The sentiment was echoed by his comrades, each one grappling with the realization that they were facing an adversary unlike any they had encountered before.
The assassin was no amateur; he was a professional, skilled in the art of deception and subterfuge.
Yet, despite the daunting challenge that lay before them, there was a glimmer of hope in their determination.
They may not have had all the answers yet, but they refused to give up the fight.
For as long as the perpetrator remained at large, the kingdom remained in peril, and it was their duty to protect it at all costs.
As Prince Lyxander continued on his way, a sense of gratitude washed over him knowing that Rhys had been there to safeguard him during his time of need.
Though the threat may still loom large, he took solace in the knowledge that he was not alone in this battle.
As the morning sun cast its golden rays over the training grounds, Prince Lyxander stood with anticipation, his disappointment from being unable to sneak outside the castle dissipating in the face of the exciting prospect of training with Chief Commander Valle.
With a determined expression, Prince Lyxander greeted Chief Commander Valle, his eagerness evident in his stance.
Valle, with a knowing smile, welcomed the prince and acknowledged Rhys with a nod of recognition.
"Today, Your Highness, we will explore the art of combat with various weapons," Valle announced, his voice carrying authority and wisdom born of years of experience.
