Salviana’s Grand Preparation

The new knights assigned to the Seventh Princess Salviana's chambers, as well as those of Prince Alaric, were lined up neatly outside their respective quarters. 

Jaefel, Samion, and Heappal were dressed impeccably in their uniforms—polished armor that gleamed under the morning sunlight, paired with dark capes trimmed with silver that bore the insignia of the royal family. 

Their swords hung at their sides, hilts glinting with the promise of readiness.

Despite their attempts to remain stoic and professional, there was a palpable sense of excitement buzzing between the three.

"I can't believe we're stationed here," whispered Jaefel, the youngest of the group, his voice barely audible over the faint rustle of the castle's busy corridors. 

His boyish enthusiasm was hard to contain, and he shifted on his feet as if unable to stand still.

"Keep your voice down, Jaefel," muttered Samion, the most composed of the trio.