Chapitre 31: HEARTSTRINGS
After their brief conversation, Prince Theron found himself unable to shake the image of Princess Elara from his mind. As he walked back to his quarters, he replayed their exchange in his head, focusing on the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her interest in combat. There was something about her dedication that resonated deeply with him.
The rest of the day was a blur of meetings and discussions. Theron met with General Hawke to assess the warriors, engaged in strategic talks with the commanders, and spent considerable time with his advisor Owen, delving into the intricacies of the alliance between Astoria and Eldoria. Yet, amidst all these important matters, his thoughts kept drifting back to Princess Elara.
By the time the sun began to set, Theron decided he needed a break. He made his way to the training grounds, seeking solace in the familiarity of physical exertion. He watched as the warriors sparred, noting their techniques and silently critiquing their moves. But even the rhythm of the sword fights couldn't fully distract him from the princess.
As night fell, Theron returned to his quarters, finding it difficult to focus on anything other than the princess. The slight conversation they had shared had pulled at his heartstrings in a way he hadn't anticipated. Her interest, her dedication, and the subtle grace with which she carried herself—all of it intrigued him.
Lying in bed, Theron stared at the ceiling, contemplating the day's events. Despite his best efforts, sleep eluded him. Restless and unable to quiet his mind, he decided he needed counsel.
He summoned his advisor, Owen, to his room. Within minutes, Owen appeared, looking slightly concerned but ready to assist. "Your Highness, you called for me?"
Theron immediately asked about Princess Elara's background. "Tell me about Princess Elara."
Owen considered the question before responding. "Princess Elara has always been a bit different from her peers. From a young age, she showed an interest in the martial arts, something not typical for someone of her station. Her father, King Alden, indulged her interest to some extent, allowing her to observe the training grounds and occasionally practice. However, as she grew older, there was pressure for her to conform to the traditional role expected of a princess. This has led to rumors circulating among the nobility lately—that she neglects her royal duties in favor of training as a warrior."
Theron listened intently, fascinated by the details. "So, Princess Elara has been training in secret?"
Owen nodded. "Yes. Despite the king's initial support, as she grew older, he wanted her to focus on her duties as a princess. But Princess Elara's interest in combat never waned. She found ways to continue her training discreetly."
Theron felt a mix of admiration and empathy for Princess Elara. "I see. She's determined and resourceful. No wonder she seemed so knowledgeable about combat."
Theron nodded, his respect for Princess Elara growing. "Thank you, Owen. You may return to your room."
Owen bowed slightly. "Of course, Your Highness. Rest well, if you can. Tomorrow is another important day."
As Owen left the room, Theron lay back down, his mind still buzzing but slightly more settled. The strings of his heart had been pulled, and there was no denying the melody they played—a tune that spoke of fascination, admiration, and the potential for something more.
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