An hour later.
Garius stood on a high platform overlooking the training grounds, with Alf and Erinette nearby. Hesbeirn and the dwarven blacksmith, Rasdingen, stood a few paces behind, observing the drills below.
Garius glanced at Hesbeirn.
"Hesbeirn?"
"Yeah?"
Erinette's eyes snapped toward her younger brother, her glare sharp enough to cut steel. Hesbeirn flinched, quickly straightening his posture and clearing his throat.
"Your Majesty."
Garius smiled warmly, waving a hand. "Erinette, it's fine. Hesbeirn can speak to me as he always has. There's no need for such formality."
Erinette bowed gracefully, her voice firm but respectful. "No, Your Majesty. He cannot. Even though I, my husband Alf, my brother Hesbeirn, and Rasdingen have been with you since the beginning, when you were still our young master. I know you have always treated us like family, but still we must show you the respect you deserve."
She paused, her eyes holding a depth of gratitude.
