After dinner concluded, the rest of the group retired to their guest quarters for the night. Solomon and Elizabeth bypassed the residential wing entirely and walked straight to the illuminated dirt rings.
Solomon grabbed two wooden practice swords from the weapon rack, tossing one gently toward the white-haired royal to fulfill his promise of a private lesson.
The floating bronze owl hovered nearby, broadcasting the quiet moonlit session to the audience.
[1Fizzy: late night private lessons!]
[James_hayes: bro might regret this.]
[Fatal_Beauty: training under the moonlight is so romantic.]
[Mezz_3863: Solo Man working overtime for his star.]
[Stephen-Wood: Elizabeth looks like she is expecting something.]
[Foodball: the dedication is real.]
Meanwhile, inside the premium guest wing, Princess Lune sat alone on the edge of her silk mattress.
