Isabella's days became a regimented routine as she turned her focus on training with Adrian, confined to her personal wing of the palace. Isabella found the basic training intense and almost unbearable compared to her life filled with royal engagements and the freedom to roam the kingdom. Now, her world had shrunk to the opulent chambers, missing her time outside and her duties as a Queen.
One chilly morning, Isabella stood in the expansive, marbled hallways of her personal wing, clad in a simple training attire, awaiting Adrian's instruction. She watched as he paced back and forth, his face the embodiment of patience. Her poise, so tailored to royalty, clashed sharply with the practicality required in combat, and this made grasping even the most fundamental techniques an arduous task.
