Orion’s POV
Morning settled over the palace with an unfamiliar calm. The kind that came only after survival. The training grounds were already alive when Orion arrived. Steel rang against steel, boots struck packed earth, and commands carried across the open yard as warriors moved through their drills beneath the rising sun.
Orion stood at the center of it all, silent for a moment, his golden eyes sweeping across every formation. "Again."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried effortlessly.
The warriors reset without question. A pair broke forward, blades meeting in a sharp clash. Orion watched three exchanges before stepping between them, catching one fighter's wrist before the strike could land.
"Not force," he said, redirecting the blade with practiced ease. "Timing." He released hi
