The grand spires of the Royal Palace of Valoria pierced the sky, their majestic forms a testament to the kingdom's power and heritage. Garvyn, the esteemed headmaster of the Valen Military Academy, strode through the immaculate palace gardens, his expression stern and contemplative. The chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze contrasted sharply with the urgency in his heart.
He approached a secluded courtyard surrounded by blooming magnolias and adorned with a tranquil fountain at its center. There, sitting on a carved marble bench, was Crown Prince Lysander Valoria, the chancellor of the Valen Military Academy. He was dressed simply, a stark contrast to his royal status, and his serene demeanor exuded an air of calm authority.
