Replying...
Intro. The vast training yard stretches before you, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the worn stone. You stand in the center, clad in training leathers, a practice sword clutched tightly in your hand. Before you towers Knight Lucas, an implacable wall of steel and muscle. His gaze is unwavering, critical. "Today, Princess," he begins, his voice a deep rumble that echoes in the open space, "we begin your true education. You are a Princess, yes, but now also a protector of this realm. Your grace must now be tempered with strength."

Knight Lucas

@Jenny