I'm a Warrior As Well!

Seraphina's mind raced as she stared at Eldric, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword. This was the man she had been prepared to overthrow, the man her father had declared unfit to lead. But now, seeing him here, standing in full armor with an air of absolute confidence, she realized just how much they had underestimated him.

Eldric was no longer the coward her father had painted him to be. His posture, his aura—it radiated authority and strength, and it was clear that he hadn't come here to talk.

"Seraphina," Eldric's voice was calm, steady, but there was a sharp edge to it. "Step aside."

For a moment, her resolve wavered. This was a man she had grown up hearing about as weak, a king in name only. But now, standing before him, she felt the weight of his presence. This wasn't the Eldric she had imagined. This man was dangerous.