Nine years ago, in the private training quarters of the Duke House of Burnwick…
Ravenor Burnwick sat quietly on a scarlet throw pillow decorated with gold patterns.
His legs were crossed beneath him, and his back remained straight as he meditated on what he had just learned from his Uncle.
The room itself was large enough to be used as a proper training ground, but it had also been arranged as a quiet place where the members of the Burnwick Family could rest between their studies and training.
The walls carried the colors of the House.
Scarlet.
Gold.
The same colors could be seen on the furniture and decorations around the room, giving the entire place the feeling of a noble household while still retaining the hard atmosphere of a training ground.
Ravenor's eyes remained closed.
His breathing was steady.
He was trying to organize the information his Uncle had just taught him.
