**CHAPTER 41**

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Prince Lyxander stood alone on the balcony of Eldoria Castle, the cool evening breeze tugging at his cloak

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Prince Lyxander stood alone on the balcony of Eldoria Castle, the cool evening breeze tugging at his cloak.

The castle was a hive of activity, filled with soldiers, but here, on this solitary perch, he found a moment of quiet.

The weight of grief and guilt pressed heavily on his shoulders, and his thoughts were a turbulent storm.

His father, King Eirian, had fallen at the hands of his brother, Rhys. The betrayal was a wound that cut deep, and Lyxander couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow to blame.

If only he had anticipated Rhys's plan earlier, perhaps he could have prevented the tragedy.

Lyxander's gaze drifted to the horizon, where the moon hung low and luminous in the night sky.

The sight brought back a flood of memories, and he was transported to a different night, not so long ago, at Norhall Castle.

During the great festival at Norhall Castle, Lyxander had walked outside to find a moment of peace.

He had not expected to see anyone else there, but as he rounded a corner, he came upon Rhys.

Rhys stood alone, his silhouette framed by the moonlight, a solitary figure lost in contemplation.

Rhys was gazing up at the sky, his expression inscrutable.

He, intrigued by this mysterious warrior, that's why he approached him.

"Your Highness," Rhys greeted with a nod.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, Lyxander urged Rhys to dispense with the formalities, knowing they were alone.

"Rhys," Lyxander replied, returning the nod.

"You fought with incredible skill today. I must admit, I'm curious to know more about the man behind the sword."

Rhys offered a small smile, his eyes reflecting the pale light of the moon above.

"Where did you learn to wield a sword with such precision?" Lyxander asked, breaking the silence.

Rhys glanced at him briefly before returning his gaze to the moonlit path ahead.

"I've traveled far and wide, Your Highness," he replied cryptically. Intrigued by Rhys's mysterious past, Lyxander pressed further.

"And what brings you to the Norhall Kingdom? Are you here to seek fortune or adventure?"

"I'm on a personal mission," Rhys replied, his voice low and intense.

"A vendetta that I must see through, no matter the cost."

At the time, Lyxander had not understood the full meaning of Rhys's words. But now, with the events that had unfolded, the pieces had fallen into place.

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