The crown prince

Leto's eyes fluttered open, the anticipation of the upcoming tournament coursing through him. "Only 3 days left," he thought, still nestled in the warmth of his cozy bed. Eager to seize the day, he rose and gently roused Matthew and Emma from their slumber.

"Matthew, let's find a suitable training ground," Leto suggested, his voice filled with excitement. "Yes, Ser," replied Matthew, ever the loyal companion. Leto turned to Emma with a warm smile. "Emma, you stay here in the chamber while we're gone, we'll be back shortly."

As they ventured out into the city, the morning sun cast a golden glow upon the cobbled streets. Leto's heart pounded with determination as they searched for the perfect place to hone their skills before the tournament.

As Leto stepped out of the building, his eyes widened at the sight before him. A grand patrol of knights, adorned in extravagant armor bearing the unmistakable sign of the Akratis Kingdom, marched in unison. It could only mean one thing—they were escorting someone of great importance, likely a member of the royal family.

The bustling streets fell into hushed reverence as the royal procession passed through the city. Leto's heart quickened, and he exchanged a knowing glance with Matthew. Such a sight was rare.

At the forefront of the procession rode a Knight, resplendent in glistening armor adorned with the regal sigil of Hous Starfall. A pristine white cloak billowed behind him, unmistakably denoting his membership in the esteemed Kingsguard. With a commanding presence, he bellowed in a deep voice that echoed through the streets, "Clear the path for Crown Prince Reynard!"

As Leton gazed from a distance, he recognized the prince instantly. The young Crown Prince Reynard, with his commanding presence, rode gracefully amidst a retinue of seasoned guards.

His dark red hair billowed in the wind, and his deep yellow eyes seemed to penetrate the very soul of anyone who met his gaze. Leton felt an inexplicable mixture of awe and curiosity, knowing that fate had now intertwined their paths in a way he could never have imagined.

The crown prince's reputation as an exceptional fighter preceded him, and Leto was well aware of it. At the age of 16, three years older than Leto, Prince Reynard had already earned a name for himself on the battlefield and in the tourneys of the realm. His prowess with the sword was legendary, and many considered him to be a prodigy in the art of combat. As Leto observed him from afar, he couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and a twinge of competition, knowing that their paths were destined to cross in the upcoming tournament.

The royal family, and particularly the crown prince and his sister, princess Arabella, were not only renowned for their formidable skills in combat but also for their divine beauty that seemed to have been bestowed by the gods themselves.

Prince Reynard's striking appearance was often compared to that of ancient mythical figures, with his dark red hair cascading like a waterfall and his deep yellow eyes reflecting the wisdom of a thousand years.

His regal presence commanded attention wherever he went, and it was no surprise that he had captured the hearts of many with his godlike charm. As Leto watched him from a distance, he couldn't help but be captivated by the crown prince's aura of majesty and allure.

But as swiftly as they appeared, they were gone, traversing through the bustling city streets with an air of grandeur and purpose. The royal entourage moved with seamless coordination, like a well-choreographed dance, drawing the attention and admiration of all who laid eyes upon them.

Leto couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration and respect for the crown prince as he observed the elegance and grace with which Prince Reynard conducted himself, even amidst the chaos of the city. The memory of that moment stayed with Leto, igniting a newfound sense of determination to prove himself in the upcoming tournament, not only as a skilled knight but also as someone who could stand tall in the presence of royalty.

The city's admiration for the crown prince was palpable as the people buzzed with excitement and awe after catching a glimpse of him. Prince Reynard's magnetic presence and kind demeanor had endeared him to the hearts of everyone in the kingdom.

Leto could feel the genuine affection that the people held for their beloved prince, and witnessing their admiration only fueled Leto's determination to excel in the upcoming tournament.

He knew that if he could garner even a fraction of the respect and love that the crown prince commanded, it would be an incredible honor and a testament to his skill and character as a knight.

Leto's heart raced with anticipation as he set out to find the training ground. He approached a friendly bystander, who willingly offered the directions with a warm smile.

Following the given path, Leto and Matthew navigated through the bustling streets of the city, with its vibrant sights and sounds adding to their excitement.

As they arrived at the training ground, Leto's eyes widened in awe. It was a vast open space, surrounded by tall trees and clear skies.

Knights of all ages and backgrounds sparred and trained, the clang of swords and the thud of lance strikes filling the air. It was a place of dedication, where warriors honed their skills and prepared for glory.

Leto's eyes sparkled with determination as he turned to Matthew. "Let's spar together," he said with a hint of excitement.

Matthew nodded with a warm smile. "Yes, young Lord. I'll be honored to test your skills."

They moved to a clear space in the training ground, the anticipation building within them. Leto tightened the grip on his sword, and Matthew readied his own weapon. The air around them crackled with energy as they took their stances, each recognizing the importance of this practice duel.

Leto shoutet "Begin!"

The moment Leto's voice rang out with the command to begin, the air crackled with anticipation.

As the echo of Leto's command faded, he sprung into action with lightning speed. His sword glinted in the sunlight as he closed the distance between himself and Matthew with a graceful burst of energy. He moved with the agility of a seasoned warrior, his footsteps sure and calculated.

Ser Matthew, a paragon of experience, stood his ground, unwavering. With a calm and composed demeanor, he met Leto's charge head-on, ready to put the young knight's skills to the test.

Their swords clashed in a symphony of steel, sparks flying with each strike. The training ground seemed to come alive with the intensity of their sparring, drawing the attention of all those present. Each movement was executed with precision, as Leto demonstrated the techniques he had honed through countless hours of training.

As the spar continued, the sun bathed the training ground in warm hues, mirroring the intensity of the battle. Leto's confidence grew with every passing moment

Finally, with a swift and calculated maneuver, Leto outmaneuvered Matthew, disarming him in a move that left the crowd that had just formed gasping in astonishment.

As the spar came to an end, Leto and Matthew stood face to face. Matthew smiled warmly, his respect and admiration evident in his eyes. "You are a remarkable, Leto," he said, genuine pride in his voice. "Your talent and dedication are truly awe-inspiring."

Leto returned the smile, feeling a rush of satisfaction and gratitude. "Thank you, Ser Matthew," he replied humbly.

a commotion stirred just behind Leto. Curious to know the cause, he turned around to see what was happening. To his surprise, he found Peter, his eyes seeking a challange.

"I saw you boy, fight me" decleared Peter