Thalia leaned against the cool stone wall of the courtyard, feeling the rough texture press into her back. The crisp autumn air carried the faint scent of woodsmoke, mingling with the earthy aroma of fallen leaves. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the brief peace before the sound of clashing steel shattered the serenity.
In the center of the courtyard, Crown Prince Callum and Princess Nehalyn were sparring with thin, gleaming swords. The afternoon sunlight glinted off the polished metal, casting quick flashes of light as they moved through basic fencing maneuvers.
Thalia watched them, a small smile curling on her lips. She couldn't help but notice how Callum's eyes gleamed with mischief, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead as he guided Nehalyn through the motions.
