Chapter 75: Training In His Custom Training Chamber

The early morning light filtered through the tall, arched windows of the grand dining hall, casting golden beams across the rich wood paneling and gleaming marble floors. The table before Alaric was an opulent affair, laden with silver platters piled high with succulent meats, fresh fruits, and delicate pastries. He sat at the head of the table, his striking blonde hair catching the light like strands of molten gold. His broad shoulders, encased in an expensive tunic, were relaxed as he surveyed the room.