Three weeks later
The training grounds echoed with the sharp clash of steel.
Aisha stood across from Prince Haruto, her grip firm around the practice sword. The open field stretched wide beneath the afternoon sky, surrounded by tall stone walls that separated it from the rest of the palace. The air carried the faint scent of dust and iron.
Their movements were precise.
Controlled.
Haruto stepped forward, his blade cutting through the air with clean, effortless speed. Aisha reacted instantly, raising her sword to block. The impact sent a small vibration through her arms, forcing her to adjust her stance.
She had improved.
But the gap between them was still clear.
After a few more exchanges, Haruto lowered his sword slightly.
"That's enough."
His voice was calm, but firm.
The other knights and attendants who had been observing immediately straightened.
"You may all leave," he ordered. "I will continue training with her alone."
No one questioned him.
