Chapitre 32: DAWN ENCOUNTER
The first light of dawn painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as Prince Theron stepped out into the crisp morning air. His mind was restless, sleep having eluded him throughout the night. Determined to clear his thoughts, he decided to take a stroll around the castle grounds.
As he wandered through the quiet courtyard, he caught sight of a solitary figure in the distance. It was Princess Elara, her movements fluid and precise as she practiced her swordsmanship in the early morning light. Theron felt a surge of admiration at the sight of her dedication, despite the king's decree forbidding her training.
Curious, Theron approached silently, not wanting to disturb her concentration. From his vantage point, he could see the intensity in her eyes, the unwavering focus as she swung her sword with precision. Each movement was calculated, a testament to countless hours of practice. Her stance was solid, her grip firm, and her posture exuded both grace and strength. The morning light accentuated the sheen of sweat on her brow, a sign of her hard work and discipline.
Elara's gestures were a blend of elegance and power. She moved with the fluidity of a dancer, yet each strike of the blade carried the force of a seasoned warrior. Her eyes remained locked on an imaginary opponent, her focus unbroken. It was clear that she was lost in the rhythm of her training, each swing of the sword a testament to her skill and determination.
Sensing his presence, Elara turned to face him, her expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "Good morning, Your Highness," Theron greeted, offering her a warm smile.
Elara returned the greeting, though there was a hint of tension in her demeanor. "Good morning, Prince Theron. What brings you out at this early hour?"
"I could ask you the same question," Theron replied, his gaze lingering on her sword. "I see you're training alone."
Elara's expression tightened slightly, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "Yes, unfortunately. My usual instructor has been forbidden from training me."
Theron's brow furrowed in concern. "Forbidden? May I ask why?"
"It's a long story, Your Highness. One that I'm not sure you'd be interested in."
Theron nodded, respecting her privacy. "I understand. But perhaps, if you'd allow it, I could spar with you."
Elara looked at him with curiosity, wondering if he truly comprehended the implications of a princess training like a warrior. After a moment of contemplation, she decided to voice her thoughts. "Are you not concerned about the image of a princess who trains as a warrior?"
Theron met her gaze steadily. "I believe that strength and skill are virtues, regardless of who possesses them. Your dedication is admirable, Princess. If you allow me, I would be honored to spar with you."
Elara considered his words carefully, noting the sincerity in his eyes. Finally, she gave a small nod. "Very well, Prince Theron. Let's see what you can do."
Theron smiled, picking up a training sword. They moved to a clear area of the courtyard, and Elara resumed her stance. With a newfound partner by her side, she felt a sense of exhilaration. As they began their training session, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope—perhaps there were more people who could understand her passion and support her journey.
The sun continued to rise, casting a warm glow over the castle grounds, as Elara and Theron trained together. In those quiet moments, a bond began to form—a bond of mutual respect and a shared understanding of the path each had chosen to follow.
As they sparred, Theron observed Elara's technique closely. Her form was nearly flawless, each movement precise and deliberate. However, he also noted a few subtle weaknesses. Her left guard was slightly weaker, and she occasionally left herself open after executing a high strike. Theron made a mental note of these observations, deciding to address them in future training sessions but refrained from mentioning them now. He wanted to encourage her, not critique her.
As they continued, a small crowd began to gather. Warriors who had come to the training grounds for their morning drills paused to watch the prince and princess spar. The audience grew, their murmurs of curiosity and admiration a backdrop to the clashing of swords.
Elara's focus remained unwavering, her determination clear in every move she made. Theron matched her intensity, the two of them engaged in a dance of skill and strength. Despite the growing audience, their world seemed to shrink to the space between their swords.
After a particularly intense exchange, Theron stepped back, lowering his sword. "You're quite skilled, Princess Elara. It's clear you've trained hard."
Elara, slightly out of breath but smiling, lowered her sword as well. "Thank you, Prince Theron. Your technique is impressive as well."
Theron offered her a nod of respect. "If you ever need a sparring partner, don't hesitate to ask. I would be honored to train with you again."
Elara, still doubtful to accept his offer. " I appreciate the offer, but people might talk. I wouldn't want to cause any trouble for you."
Theron understood her hesitation, recognizing the precariousness of her situation. He smiled reassuringly. "Let them talk. What's important is the training and the skills we hone."
Elara hesitated for a moment longer. "Are you sure it's okay? You're busy with the alliance right now."
Theron smiled confidently. "I'm sure, Princess. We can train in the early morning when everyone else is still asleep. That way, we can focus on our training without any distractions."
Despite her lingering doubts, Elara's eyes brightened with happiness at his words. The thought of having a reliable sparring partner, someone who respected her dedication and skill, filled her with a sense of anticipation and excitement. Finally, she nodded. "Alright, Prince Theron. Let's start tomorrow morning."
Theron smiled warmly. "It's settled then. Tomorrow morning it is."
As they stood there, the castle grounds bustling with activity around them, they knew that their bond was something special. It was a connection that transcended their titles and roles, a testament to the power of mutual respect and understanding.
The dawn had brought them together, and in each other, they had found the strength to face the future with hope and determination. And as they walked side by side, ready to face whatever lay ahead, they knew that their bond would only grow stronger with time.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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