Training Arc • 3: Reunion

Brinnnnnnkkkk!

The sound of something metallic being dragged on a rod and the dawning sun pouring mercilessly into his room woke Aeric up that morning.

His maiden threw the curtains wide open, flooding the once-dark chamber with an intrusive brightness. Aeric groaned and turned his head, burying his face into the plush pillow.

"Evelyn, what a crude way to wake up your Prince!" he exclaimed, though much of the noise was muffled out by the pillow.

The sudden illumination painted the room with the early morning golden hues, casting grey shadows of ornate furniture and the thick, dark wood beams of the ceiling.

"Good morning, my Lord," the maiden chimed cheerfully, clasping her hands together as if the act of waking him was her greatest triumph of the day. "It is an eventful day you have today!"