[That evening]
Behind the grand palace lies a peaceful garden, glowing softly in the light of dusk. The sky is painted with gentle shades of orange and pink, and a cool breeze carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
Neatly trimmed hedges line the stone paths that curve through the garden, leading to a small fountain in the center. Water dances gently in the fountain, its soft splashes add to the quiet charm of the evening.
In the middle of the garden, not so far away from the flower beds, sat two people while sipping tea.
"How is it going, son? Your sword training?" Sitting there while holding a cup was a man in his late thirties with blond long hair and a pair of aquamarine eyes.
The other person on the table also had similar features but was much younger.
The two of them belonged to the royal family—one being the head of the family and the other one being the youngest.
