Prince Kaelix stood at the edge of the training field, his expression sharp and unyielding as he observed the figure approaching. Prince Eirik of Valeidio was making his entrance, and it was anything but ordinary.
Instead of the standard training uniform that Kaelix had meticulously provided, Eirik had chosen to don a deep purple tunic that shimmered under the morning sun, each movement catching the light and drawing every eye to him.
The tunic was an opulent choice, one that made Eirik's already striking features all the more captivating. His violet eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire, a stark contrast to the cool demeanor he displayed.
A flicker of irritation sparked within Kaelix, but it was quickly joined by something more disconcerting. He felt a pull, a magnetic draw toward the Valeidio prince that he couldn't quite shake off. It was a sensation he hadn't expected, and it unsettled him.
