(At the Training Arena)
Kael and I walk toward the grand training grounds. Even from a distance, I can see the towering Imperial Knights whispering among themselves, their eyes completely fixed on the tiny figure standing alone in the center of the arena.
As we finally step onto the sand, every single knight immediately stops what they are doing, dropping their weapons to bow deeply. "Glory to Her Imperial Highness!"
"At ease," I say with a gentle wave of my hand.
Kael and I walk straight past the heavily armed men toward Mirael. The surrounding knights are still staring openly at her. She looks absolutely adorable, yet surprisingly serious, dressed in a tiny brown leather jacket over a crisp white shirt and long brown trousers—proper, practical combat training attire.
Mirael looks up at Kael, her eyes shining with determination. "Mister in Black—ahem!" She quickly catches herself, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Master in Black."
