Viscount Lander stood on the ornate balcony of his grand estate, his gaze fixated on his daughter as she practiced her swordplay under the watchful eye of her instructor. The sun bathed the training grounds in its warm, golden embrace, casting a radiant glow upon Cassandra's determined figure. In his hands, Lander clutched a scroll, its contents heavy with news he had received from the capital.
Cassandra's movements were swift and aggressive as she lunged forward with her sword, her determination evident in her every strike. However, her opponent, a seasoned instructor and more seasoned fighter, moved with effortless grace, his keen instincts allowing him to evade her attacks effortlessly.
