With a lot on his mind, Harold went to the training ground to practice. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize how aggressively he was fighting with others. If they had been using a real sword instead of a wooden version, they would have had thousands of cuts on their bodies already.
The guards could not help but pray for a helper to deliver them, and it seemed like the moon goddess was on their side because a helper came in the form of the delicate princess.
"Brother!" Tyra called as she looked at the other guards with worry.
Harold snapped back to his senses and stopped before he looked at her. He noticed the worry in her gaze and looked around him, seeing the bruises he had inflicted on all the guards.
With a gentle nod of his head, they all ran away, leaving the siblings.
Tyra approached him with a handkerchief and a gourd of water and handed both to him.
