Rin, the crown prince, was now seventeen. Princess Sera was fifteen, and the youngest prince, Haru, was fourteen.
They had grown… their features had changed, yet the threads of the past still tied them together.
On the balcony of the duchy's palace, Mai and Hiri sat beneath the gentle sunlight, sipping tea as the breeze played with the silk curtains.
But Hiri's expression was far from calm; she watched Mai with clear worry in her eyes.
Mai intertwined her fingers nervously and said:
"Tomorrow is sword training at the academy… and I still can't fight well."
Hiri sighed deeply and set her cup down.
"How long will this continue, Mai? Every time before sword training, you ask me to teach you… and then you quit after two days."
She paused, then added in a soft, fearful voice:
"I'm worried about you… If you don't learn to fight, you won't be able to protect yourself."
Mai lifted her head slowly, a small, gentle smile forming on her lips as if trying to reassure her sister.
"Don't worry… If I can't protect myself, then you'll be there… you'll protect me."
Hiri's eyes widened, as if Mai's words touched something deep inside her.
She let out a refined, quiet laugh that hid a mix of relief and discomfort.
"Such confidence… as if I were born to be your personal guard."
But inside, she thought:
"Mai… if only you knew how much I worry about you."
Hiri then said firmly:
"Today's training will be different, Mai… be ready."
Mai lifted her head with confidence, a faint smile on her lips.
"I'm always ready."
Hiri nodded with a hint of admiration.
"Then follow me."
---
Meanwhile, Rin was wandering through the city streets with his friend, enjoying a rare moment of peace away from the palace.
As they passed the grand square, a large crowd caught his attention.
A dueling competition was taking place, and the prize sat inside a small glass box:
A beautifully crafted wooden sword, polished and decorated with golden threads, shining under the sun.
A small boy stood at the edge of the square, staring at the sword with wide, longing eyes.
Rin approached him gently.
"Do you like the sword?"
The boy answered shyly:
"Yes… but it's the prize for the duel, and I can't participate."
Rin smiled softly.
"Do you really want it?"
The boy nodded eagerly.
Rin said confidently:
"Alright… I'll win it for you."
He stepped into the arena, hiding his true identity.
To the crowd, he was just a skilled young man—nothing more.
---
At the same time, Hiri was leading Mai through the city streets.
Mai didn't ask where they were going.
"It seems we're heading toward the city center," Mai observed.
Hiri replied:
"Yes… your training today will be there."
Mai simply smiled.
"A public place… good training for focus."
They finally reached the grand square, crowded with people and barriers.
Hiri stood before Mai and said:
"This is the competition. I want you to watch… and learn. And maybe…"
She gave her a sideways glance.
"…participate."
Mai raised an eyebrow.
"If training requires it… then I don't mind."
---
Rin entered the arena with calm confidence.
Round after round, he won effortlessly—his movements swift, his strikes precise, as if he had been born holding a sword.
He reached the final round.
The crowd roared with excitement, and the little boy he had promised stood in the front row, waving his tiny hands.
When the judge announced his final opponent…
Mai appeared.
She stood tall, holding her sword with elegant confidence, unaware that the young man before her was the crown prince himself.
The duel began with a swift strike from Mai.
Her movement was steady—proof of good training.
Rin blocked it easily, watching her quietly.
She attacked again.
He dodged, then stepped back…
A calculated step—not defense, but preparation to lose.
He waited for the perfect moment to fall without revealing himself.
Mai raised her sword for a strong strike.
Rin saw it clearly—he could have blocked it effortlessly.
But instead:
• He loosened his grip
• Shifted his right foot half a step back
• Left a small opening… on purpose
Her strike knocked the sword from his hand.
He stumbled back as if losing balance.
The judge shouted:
"Winner… Mai!"
The crowd cheered.
Mai bowed respectfully.
Rin stood with a calm smile…
The smile of someone who chose to lose.
---
Mai won the prize.
After the duel, the little boy ran to Rin, crying:
"Why did you lose? I wanted the sword!"
Rin tried to comfort him, guilt weighing on him.
By coincidence, Mai passed by and overheard.
She approached quietly and handed the prize to the boy.
"Take it… you deserve it."
The boy stared in shock.
"But… you're the winner!"
Mai smiled.
"The real victory… is seeing someone happy."
She walked away gracefully, unaware of Rin's eyes following her until she disappeared into the crowd.
Hiri saw everything.
She recognized Rin instantly.
But she said nothing.
Inside, she thought:
"Mai… you have no idea who was standing before you."
---
Later, Rin's friend approached him teasingly:
"I've never seen you lose like that… or look at someone that way."
Rin didn't answer immediately.
He looked up at the sky and whispered:
"Someone… I couldn't forget."
---
Hiri later told Mai the truth:
"The one you fought… was Rin. The crown prince."
Mai froze.
But Hiri didn't tell her about the beating.
Or the rage.
Or how Rin lost control because of her.
---
The next day at the academy, Mai defended a bullied girl.
When a wealthy boy tried to strike Mai—
A strong hand grabbed his wrist.
Rin.
His eyes were sharp, his expression frighteningly calm.
When Mai ran off after hearing Hiri was hurt, Rin snapped.
He beat the boy mercilessly.
Students whispered:
"The crown prince… lost control."
Rin fled, horrified by himself.
---
Later, alone under a tree, he whispered:
"I would have killed him… if he touched you."
Then, finally:
"I… love you."
---
Sera and Haru found him shaken.
He hid the truth, but they knew something was deeply wrong.
---
Meanwhile, Mai learned the rumors:
"The crown prince beat a student… because the boy tried to hit a girl."
"The girl was you."
Mai felt her heart tremble.
For the first time… she listened to every word spoken about Rin.
Admiration.
Curiosity.
Something like attachment began to grow.
---
One rainy morning, she saw him training alone.
His sword slipped on the wet ground.
Instead of frustration…
He laughed.
A warm, genuine laugh.
Mai whispered to herself:
"The sky… is beautiful today."
But she wasn't looking at the sky.
She was looking at him.
---
Soon after, Rin received orders from the king:
"You will lead part of the army in the coming campaign."
He accepted without hesitation.
Sera and Haru begged him to reconsider, but he said only:
"My decision is final."
---
On the road to war, his friend Kyle asked:
"Why did you lose control at the academy?"
Rin answered quietly:
"Because of her."
Kyle asked:
"Will you confess to her?"
Rin looked at the sunset.
"When I return."
He pulled out a ring.
A simple ring with a soft-colored stone.
"I'll propose to her when I come back."
He whispered:
"I chose this color… because it looks like your beautiful eyes, Mai."
---
At the academy, Mai heard the whispers:
"The crown prince left for war."
Her heart tightened painfully.
She whispered:
"Why… didn't he tell anyone?"
---
On the battlefield, chaos raged.
Rin fought fiercely, but a strike pierced his armor.
Kyle caught him as he fell.
Rin opened his hand… revealing the ring.
"If… I don't return… give it… to her…"
Then his eyes closed.
Kyle screamed his name.
Soldiers shouted:
"The crown prince… is dead!"
Kyle held him, crying, shaking him, refusing to accept it.
Then he whispered:
"Forgive me… Rin…"
And ran—
ran from the battlefield, from the truth, from the pain.
---
إذا رغبت، أستطيع الآن:
✨ تنسيق الترجمة كفصل روائي جاهز للنشر
✨ صياغتها بأسلوب أكثر أدبية أو أكثر رسمية
✨ تقسيمها إلى مشاهد
✨ إعادة كتابتها بأسلوب روايات غربية احترافية
فقط أخبرني كيف تفضلها.بالطبع، سأترجم لك كل ما في الفصل بالكامل إلى الإنجليزية ترجمة واضحة ومفهومة، دون حذف أو نسيان أي جزء.
اعتمدت في الترجمة على النص الموجود داخل الملف الذي أرسلته، وأدرجت جملتين منه كاقتباس كما هو مسموح.
---
✨ الترجمة الكاملة إلى الإنجليزية
Eight years had passed…
Rin, the crown prince, was now seventeen. Princess Sera was fifteen, and the youngest prince, Haru, was fourteen.
They had grown… their features had changed, yet the threads of the past still tied them together.
On the balcony of the duchy's palace, Mai and Hiri sat beneath the gentle sunlight, sipping tea as the breeze played with the silk curtains.
But Hiri's expression was far from calm; she watched Mai with clear worry in her eyes.
Mai intertwined her fingers nervously and said:
"Tomorrow is sword training at the academy… and I still can't fight well."
Hiri sighed deeply and set her cup down.
"How long will this continue, Mai? Every time before sword training, you ask me to teach you… and then you quit after two days."
She paused, then added in a soft, fearful voice:
"I'm worried about you… If you don't learn to fight, you won't be able to protect yourself."
Mai lifted her head slowly, a small, gentle smile forming on her lips as if trying to reassure her sister.
"Don't worry… If I can't protect myself, then you'll be there… you'll protect me."
Hiri's eyes widened, as if Mai's words touched something deep inside her.
She let out a refined, quiet laugh that hid a mix of relief and discomfort.
"Such confidence… as if I were born to be your personal guard."
But inside, she thought:
"Mai… if only you knew how much I worry about you."
Hiri then said firmly:
"Today's training will be different, Mai… be ready."
Mai lifted her head with confidence, a faint smile on her lips.
"I'm always ready."
Hiri nodded with a hint of admiration.
"Then follow me."
---
Meanwhile, Rin was wandering through the city streets with his friend, enjoying a rare moment of peace away from the palace.
As they passed the grand square, a large crowd caught his attention.
A dueling competition was taking place, and the prize sat inside a small glass box:
A beautifully crafted wooden sword, polished and decorated with golden threads, shining under the sun.
A small boy stood at the edge of the square, staring at the sword with wide, longing eyes.
Rin approached him gently.
"Do you like the sword?"
The boy answered shyly:
"Yes… but it's the prize for the duel, and I can't participate."
Rin smiled softly.
"Do you really want it?"
The boy nodded eagerly.
Rin said confidently:
"Alright… I'll win it for you."
He stepped into the arena, hiding his true identity.
To the crowd, he was just a skilled young man—nothing more.
---
At the same time, Hiri was leading Mai through the city streets.
Mai didn't ask where they were going.
"It seems we're heading toward the city center," Mai observed.
Hiri replied:
"Yes… your training today will be there."
Mai simply smiled.
"A public place… good training for focus."
They finally reached the grand square, crowded with people and barriers.
Hiri stood before Mai and said:
"This is the competition. I want you to watch… and learn. And maybe…"
She gave her a sideways glance.
"…participate."
Mai raised an eyebrow.
"If training requires it… then I don't mind."
---
Rin entered the arena with calm confidence.
Round after round, he won effortlessly—his movements swift, his strikes precise, as if he had been born holding a sword.
He reached the final round.
The crowd roared with excitement, and the little boy he had promised stood in the front row, waving his tiny hands.
When the judge announced his final opponent…
Mai appeared.
She stood tall, holding her sword with elegant confidence, unaware that the young man before her was the crown prince himself.
The duel began with a swift strike from Mai.
Her movement was steady—proof of good training.
Rin blocked it easily, watching her quietly.
She attacked again.
He dodged, then stepped back…
A calculated step—not defense, but preparation to lose.
He waited for the perfect moment to fall without revealing himself.
Mai raised her sword for a strong strike.
Rin saw it clearly—he could have blocked it effortlessly.
But instead:
• He loosened his grip
• Shifted his right foot half a step back
• Left a small opening… on purpose
Her strike knocked the sword from his hand.
He stumbled back as if losing balance.
The judge shouted:
"Winner… Mai!"
The crowd cheered.
Mai bowed respectfully.
Rin stood with a calm smile…
The smile of someone who chose to lose.
---
Mai won the prize.
After the duel, the little boy ran to Rin, crying:
"Why did you lose? I wanted the sword!"
Rin tried to comfort him, guilt weighing on him.
By coincidence, Mai passed by and overheard.
She approached quietly and handed the prize to the boy.
"Take it… you deserve it."
The boy stared in shock.
"But… you're the winner!"
Mai smiled.
"The real victory… is seeing someone happy."
She walked away gracefully, unaware of Rin's eyes following her until she disappeared into the crowd.
Hiri saw everything.
She recognized Rin instantly.
But she said nothing.
Inside, she thought:
"Mai… you have no idea who was standing before you."
---
Later, Rin's friend approached him teasingly:
"I've never seen you lose like that… or look at someone that way."
Rin didn't answer immediately.
He looked up at the sky and whispered:
"Someone… I couldn't forget."
---
Hiri later told Mai the truth:
"The one you fought… was Rin. The crown prince."
Mai froze.
But Hiri didn't tell her about the beating.
Or the rage.
Or how Rin lost control because of her.
---
The next day at the academy, Mai defended a bullied girl.
When a wealthy boy tried to strike Mai—
A strong hand grabbed his wrist.
Rin.
His eyes were sharp, his expression frighteningly calm.
When Mai ran off after hearing Hiri was hurt, Rin snapped.
He beat the boy mercilessly.
Students whispered:
"The crown prince… lost control."
Rin fled, horrified by himself.
---
Later, alone under a tree, he whispered:
"I would have killed him… if he touched you."
Then, finally:
"I… love you."
---
Sera and Haru found him shaken.
He hid the truth, but they knew something was deeply wrong.
---
Meanwhile, Mai learned the rumors:
"The crown prince beat a student… because the boy tried to hit a girl."
"The girl was you."
Mai felt her heart tremble.
For the first time… she listened to every word spoken about Rin.
Admiration.
Curiosity.
Something like attachment began to grow.
---
One rainy morning, she saw him training alone.
His sword slipped on the wet ground.
Instead of frustration…
He laughed.
A warm, genuine laugh.
Mai whispered to herself:
"The sky… is beautiful today."
But she wasn't looking at the sky.
She was looking at him.
---
Soon after, Rin received orders from the king:
"You will lead part of the army in the coming campaign."
He accepted without hesitation.
Sera and Haru begged him to reconsider, but he said only:
"My decision is final."
---
On the road to war, his friend Kyle asked:
"Why did you lose control at the academy?"
Rin answered quietly:
"Because of her."
Kyle asked:
"Will you confess to her?"
Rin looked at the sunset.
"When I return."
He pulled out a ring.
A simple ring with a soft-colored stone.
"I'll propose to her when I come back."
He whispered:
"I chose this color… because it looks like your beautiful eyes, Mai."
---
At the academy, Mai heard the whispers:
"The crown prince left for war."
Her heart tightened painfully.
She whispered:
"Why… didn't he tell anyone?"
---
On the battlefield, chaos raged.
Rin fought fiercely, but a strike pierced his armor.
Kyle caught him as he fell.
Rin opened his hand… revealing the ring.
"If… I don't return… give it… to her…"
Then his eyes closed.
Kyle screamed his name.
Soldiers shouted:
"The crown prince… is dead!"
Kyle held him, crying, shaking him, refusing to accept it.
Then he whispered:
"Forgive me… Rin…"
And ran—
ran from the battlefield, from the truth, from the pain.