**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 arrived at the training grounds for his morning weapon practice, he was surprised to find Chief Commander Valle absent.
It was the first time the seasoned warrior had been late, and it left an uneasy feeling lingering in the air.
Rhys, seated on the grass nearby, watched as Lyxander began his solo practice.
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the training grounds, illuminating the prince's determined form as he wielded his sword with precision and grace.
Meanwhile, Rhys took out the apple he had picked earlier at Cassiel's house.
Its crisp scent filled the air as he took a bite, savoring the fresh taste. As he chewed, his thoughts drifted to Chief Commander Valle.
A faint smile played on Rhys's lips as he imagined the seasoned warrior meeting his demise in the armory.
The memory of their intense battles flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of Valle's absence.
But amidst his silent contemplation, Rhys kept a watchful eye on Lyxander.
Despite the absence of his usual training partner, the prince remained focused, his movements fluid and precise.
Rhys knew that Chief Commander Valle's absence may have presented an opportunity for him to further observe and assess Lyxander's skills.
As Lyxander continued his practice, Rhys's mind buzzed with calculations and plans, his gaze never wavering from the prince's form.
The training grounds were quiet save for the sound of metal as Lyxander honed his skills, unaware of the darker thoughts swirling in his guard's mind.
As Rhys savored the last bite of his apple, Prince Lyxander approached him with a determined look in his eyes.
"Rhys, do you think you could spar with me today? Since Chief Commander Valle isn't here, I could use the practice," Lyxander asked, his voice tinged with eagerness.
Rhys's thoughts momentarily drifted as he processed the request.
It was an unexpected turn of events, but he quickly regained his composure and rose to his feet, his sword at the ready.
For a brief moment, Rhys contemplated the significance of this impromptu practice.
It was an opportunity to analyze Lyxander's abilities without the watchful eye of Chief Commander Valle.
While he didn't intend to take it too seriously, he saw it as a chance to gauge the prince's skill and adaptability.
With a subtle nod, Rhys followed behind Lyxander as they moved to the center of the training grounds.
His mind buzzed with anticipation as he prepared to test the prince's mettle.
As they squared off, Rhys couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue.
