**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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In the serene morning glow outside the walls of Eldorian castle, Princess Lyra and Prince Lyxander stood ready on the open practicing ground, the promise of a new day unfurling before them.
"Ready, Lyxander?" Princess Lyra's voice cut through the quiet, her sword glinting in the early light as she poised for action.
"Always, Aunt Lyra," came Lyxander's determined reply, his gaze focused and unwavering as he mirrored her stance.
With the first rays of sunlight painting the sky, they began their practice, the rhythmic clang of steel on steel filling the air.
"Keep your guard up, Lyx. Anticipate your opponent's moves," Princess Lyra instructed, her words accompanied by swift strikes and parries.
Lyxander nodded, his movements growing more fluid with each passing moment as he absorbed her guidance.
As they sparred, a sense of pride blossomed in Prince Lyxander's heart.
"You're improving, Lyx. Your reflexes are getting sharper."
Princess Lyra remarked, a hint of happiness in her voice as she observed his progress.
"Thanks, Aunt Lyra. Our training is paying off," Lyxander replied, a determined spark in his eyes as he redoubled his efforts.
Together, they pushed each other to their limits, their movements a dance of skill and determination beneath the morning sun.
By the time their session drew to a close, the practicing ground bore witness to their dedication and hard work.
With a shared smile of satisfaction, Princess Lyra and Prince Lyxander knew that they had taken another step forward on their journey of growth and mastery.
As Prince Lyxander and Princess Lyra, rested on the grass after their rigorous sword practice, Lyra broke the tranquil silence.
"Lyxander," she began,
"I think it's the right moment for you to learn about your magic sword affinity."
Lyxander looked at her, puzzled.
"What do you mean, Aunt Lyra?"
Princess Lyra smiled gently.
"After this practice, you must attend your studies with Master Ellias. I've appointed him to discuss it with you more properly than I can."
Lyxander nodded slowly, still processing the information. His eyes wandered to Rhys, who stood guard a short distance away.
Princess Lyra followed his gaze.
"What do you think of Rhys?" she asked.
Lyxander glanced back at her, surprised by the question.
"Rhys? He's probably my first real friend and one of the few people I trust."
Lyra's expression grew serious.
"And what about his loyalty? Do you believe he's truly loyal to you?"
Lyxander thought for a moment, his brow furrowing.
"I believe Rhys is loyal to me in his own way," he said slowly. "But sometimes, I wonder how well I really know him. There's a mystery about him that I can't quite understand."
Princess Lyra nodded, her eyes reflecting concern and wisdom.
"It's important to know where your loyalties lie, Lyxander. Trust is a precious thing, and it's good to be cautious."
Lyxander sighed, feeling the weight of her words.
"I'll keep that in mind, Aunt Lyra."
After his intense sword practice with Princess Lyra, Prince Lyxander took a moment to catch his breath and rest before proceeding to his study chamber with Rhys.
As they ventured through the quiet corridors of the castle, Lyxander couldn't resist the nagging thoughts swirling in his mind.
"Rhys," he began, his tone laced with uncertainty, "I trust you, perhaps more than anyone else. But there's something I've been meaning to ask..."
Rhys turned to him, his expression unreadable.
"Go ahead, Your Highness."
Lyxander paused, gathering his thoughts.
"It's about your past. You've always been there for me, but I realize I don't know much about you."
A faint smile ghosted Rhys's lips.
"I appreciate your trust, Your Highness. But some things are best left unsaid for now. I promise, when the time is right, I'll tell everything to you."
Lyxander nodded, though a twinge of frustration flickered in his eyes.
"I understand," he replied, trying to mask his disappointment.
"Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
As Lyxander entered the study chamber alone, Rhys gaze lingered at his back, his thoughts shrouded in secrecy.
"Patience, Prince Lyxander," he murmured to himself.
"Your curiosity will be your downfall, I will make sure that when the truth comes to light, it will be your demise"
As Prince Lyxander entered the study chamber, he found Master Ellias engrossed in a tome, his demeanor calm and focused.
With a respectful nod, Master Ellias acknowledged his presence.
"How was your day, Prince Lyxander?" Master Ellias inquired, his voice gentle yet probing.
Lyxander offered a small smile, though the weight of recent events lingered in his eyes.
"It was...eventful, Master," he replied honestly. "Despite the lingering sorrow over Chief Commander Valle's passing, I found solace in my training with Princess Lyra. Her guidance has been invaluable."
Master Ellias nodded understandingly, his gaze filled with empathy.
"Princess Lyra mentioned that she believes you're ready to delve into the study of magic sword affinity," he revealed, a spark of curiosity igniting in his eyes.
Excitement surged through Lyxander's veins at the prospect of unlocking this new realm of knowledge.
"I'm eager to learn, Master," he affirmed, his tone filled with determination.
Taking his place at the study table, Lyxander prepared himself for the lesson ahead, his mind open and ready to absorb the wisdom Master Ellias had to impart.
Each session with his master was a treasure trove of knowledge, and he relished the opportunity to expand his understanding of the arcane arts.
