**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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The courtyard of Eldoria was bathed in the soft light of dawn, a stark contrast to the somber mood that hung over the royal family.
Queen Lyzandra stood with Prince Lyxander, her eyes filled with both sorrow and determination.
"Keep yourself safe in Mireworth," she whispered, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Promise me you'll come back to us."
Lyxander hugged her back, feeling the weight of her worry.
"I promise, Mother. I will return, and I will be stronger."
Nearby, Princess Gabrielle and Princess Lyra watched with heavy hearts. As Lyxander stepped back from his mother, Gabrielle stepped forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Take care, Prince Lyxander," she said, her voice trembling.
"We will be waiting for your return."Lyra, standing beside Gabrielle, nodded firmly.
"Remember, Lyxander, we are with you in spirit. You are not alone."
With a final nod, Lyxander turned to King Twilight Briarstyn, who stood ready to embark on their journey.
The young king placed a reassuring hand on Lyxander's shoulder.
"Are you ready?" Twilight asked, his voice calm and steady.
Lyxander took a deep breath, casting one last look at his family.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The group made their way to the waiting horses, the sound of hooves echoing softly in the morning air.
As they mounted, Queen Lyzandra, Gabrielle, and Lyra waved their farewells, their expressions a mix of hope and apprehension.
"Stay strong, Lyxander," Lyra called out, her voice carrying a fierce resolve.
"We'll be here when you return."
Lyxander nodded, his heart swelling with a renewed sense of purpose. He glanced at King Twilight, who gave him an encouraging smile.
With a final nod, they spurred their horses forward, heading towards the Mireworth Valley.
The journey ahead was daunting, but Lyxander felt a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. He would honor his promise to his family and return as the warrior they needed.
As they rode towards Mireworth, the sun cast long shadows over the countryside.
Prince Lyxander's heart is pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Each village they passed felt like a milestone on his journey to independence.
Sensing his unease, King Twilight rode up beside him.
"Are you alright, Prince Lyxander?" King Twilight asked, his voice soft yet firm.
