[POV: Vynesaa El'Leather]
The soft glow of enchanted lanterns illuminated the grand hall of the palace.
Vynesaa stood near the balcony, arms crossed, her lavender eyes fixated on the massive projection screen that displayed the training grounds.
Below, her brother Zareth sparred against the human—Ed.
She frowned.
The boy was sloppy.
His footwork was unrefined, and his swings lacked precision.
Even Zareth, whose skills weren't particularly outstanding compared to the other elvens, was making a fool out of him.
"Pathetic," she muttered under her breath.
From behind, a calm yet commanding voice interrupted her thoughts.
"You're quite invested in watching them," said Aeloria, her mother, the Queen of the Elven Kingdom.
Vynesaa turned, her expression guarded. "Not really. I'm just confused."
Aeloria raised an eyebrow. "Confused about what?"