As morning sunlight filtered through the grand windows of the guest palace, Dila woke up—just like every other day—on her plush throne-like bed. The maids dressed her in her usual royal-style gown, brushed her long silver-white hair, and brought her a tray full of breakfast that looked like it belonged at a king's banquet.
After nibbling on her morning meal and sighing dramatically, she stepped out to the palace grounds with her usual entourage: two ever-serious guards and one soft-spoken maid.
Eventually, she made her way back to her favorite place these days—the knight training grounds.
There, in the shade of the sword quarters, sat Sarios on the bench, wiping his sword with a cloth like a man too tired to think. Everything was... as usual.
Suddenly Without missing a beat.
She spun on her heel in the middle of it and flapped her hands at them like she was chasing chickens.
"Shoo. Go away. I'm walking the sacred dirt of warrior territory now."
