**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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Princess Lyra stood at the practice ground, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the courtyard.
Her anticipation for the day's training was overshadowed by the noticeable absence of Prince Lyxander.
Concerned, she scanned the area until she spotted him approaching, he cannot hide his sad demeanor as he mourned for Valle's death.
"Lyxander, Are you okay?" she asked gently, her eyes searching his troubled expression.
The prince offered a weak smile in response, but Princess Lyra could sense that something weighed heavily on his mind.
Sensing his reluctance, she gently suggested that he take the day to rest, knowing that his heart wasn't fully present for their practice.
As she prepared to offer him solace, Prince Lyxander hesitated before confiding in her about his secret morning ritual a solitary journey outside the castle walls.
Expecting her to reprimand him for leaving without permission, he was surprised when she instead granted him leave for the day, understanding the importance of his pilgrimage.
Gratitude flooded Prince Lyxander's eyes as he thanked her, his relief palpable.
However, Princess Lyra made it clear that her permission came with conditions he must return safely, and he must confide in her about his destination.
Blushing slightly, Prince Lyxander admitted that he planned to visit Cassiel, his friend from outside the castle walls.
" I was about to meet with someone important to me."
Princess Lyra's heart stirred with empathy as she remembered her own forbidden love in her youth.
With a gentle smile, she encouraged him to seize the day and make Cassiel feel how special she is.
As Prince Lyxander embraced her in gratitude, Princess Lyra couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the freedom to follow her heart's desires but it's too late.
With a final farewell, Prince Lyxander set off on his journey, leaving Princess Lyra to ponder the complexities of love and duty that bound them both.
Prince Lyxander approached Rhys with a determined gleam in his eyes.
"Rhys, I've been granted a day of respite by Aunt Lyra," he began, his voice earnest. "I plan to visit Cassiel. Will you accompany me?"
Rhys nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Your Highness. I'll ensure your safety."
With Rhys by his side, Prince Lyxander led the way through the labyrinth corridors of the castle, their footsteps muffled by the hush of secrecy.
Emerging into the cool morning air, they mounted their steeds and set off towards Cassiel's secluded home.
