In the private courtyard of Astellia Kingdom's royal castle, the air was filled with the sharp clinks and clashes of metal. Sunlight streamed through the canopy of ancient trees, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone ground where Princess Anastasia Yelavon Astellia sparred with Prime Minister Lemtian. At nineteen, Anastasia was a vision of grace and power, her blonde hair tied back, her eyes sharp and focused. Her every move was a blend of fluid elegance and lethal precision, a testament to her training and natural talent.