The ambient rays of the sun descended upon the King's courtyard as a condescending silence suffused the air.
While the sunlight caused a warmth that enveloped the people gathered, a contrasting cold still lingered in the air, a testament to the duel that concluded.
The greenery around the Sparring ring was dyed blue, and their frozen tips began to melt with the intensity of the sun.
Its contrasting properties caused a warmth that was easily permeated by the cold, serving as a constant reminder of the winner of the duel.
Amidst all this, a man at the age of 21, with blonde hair and sparkling golden eyes like his father, was caught in a situation that he dreaded without realizing it.
"But, your Highness?!" Thylan said, startled by his father's declaration. 'Why me?' He thought, glancing at his younger brother, who seemed to be amused by the situation.
