The radiant sun hung high in the clear blue sky, enveloping Acacia Academy in a warm, golden glow. The stately stone buildings, a harmonious mix of grace and resilience, were adorned with verdant ivy trailing along the walls and colorful banners dancing in the gentle breeze. Excitement crackled through the air as the students eagerly readied themselves for the much-anticipated tournament, a dazzling display of prowess and courage.
Surrounded by tiered seating filled with enthusiastic spectators, the arena, an open-air coliseum, exuded an atmosphere of anticipation. As Barbara made her way to her seat, she was taken aback to spot Baron Heming in the company of his wife and Greta. Quickly, she hastened over to greet them.
"Baron Heming, Baroness Heming, it's wonderful to see you here," she curtsied respectfully.
"Lady Barbara, you're here too?" the baroness exclaimed, clearly surprised to see families at the tournament other than the participants' families.
