The great hall of the castle in the kingdom of Goa was lit by immense golden chandeliers, their flames flickering and reflecting on the polished marble floor. Crimson velvet carpets stretched along endless corridors, and in the background, stained-glass windows projected delicate designs onto the walls, painting the room with warm, melancholic tones. The atmosphere, however, was charged—everyone was talking about Prince Sabo's impending marriage to the princess of a neighboring kingdom. The entire court seemed to vibrate with anticipation... everyone, except him.

He was walking through the castle with a glum expression, remembering that there was only a week left before the arranged marriage his parents had arranged for him. But after walking for a few minutes, he soon stopped when his ear caught a sound coming from a room. As he approached, he peeked through the crack in the door.

It was his loyal knight who had always been by his side. She was training with another knight, her movements swift and precise with her sword. Despite his tired and sweaty appearance, Sabo's heart raced as always as he spied her. Always so beautiful and tough!

He watched silently, feeling a pang of resentment that she was training alone with another guy instead of him, even though he barely knew how to hold a sword properly. When the training finally ended, Sabo quickly entered the room as if he hadn't been peeking in just a few minutes ago, plastering a confident smile on his face as he approached his knight.