Chapter 7: A Noble’s Responsibility

The morning sun bathed the grand halls of the Everhart estate in a golden glow as Leon sat in the study, facing a daunting stack of books. His arms ached from yesterday's training with Sir Reynard, but today brought a different kind of challenge—one he found equally exhausting.

"History, diplomacy, economics..." Leon muttered, rubbing his temples. "Why do I need to know all of this?"

Across the desk sat his elder sister, Sophia Everhart, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders as she watched him with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Because, little brother," she said, tapping a thick volume with a delicate finger, "a noble isn't just a warrior. Ruling requires more than strength."

Leon sighed, flipping through the pages of The Political Structures of Eryndor. "I thought I was training to fight."

Sophia smiled knowingly. "And fight you will, but have you considered why we fight?"

Leon paused, staring at her.

"Father always says that power without purpose is meaningless," Sophia continued. "If you don't understand the kingdom you're meant to protect, how will you lead?"

Leon leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "I guess... I never thought about it like that."

Sophia smirked. "That's why I'm here—to help you think."

Leon rolled his eyes, but deep down, he appreciated his sister's wisdom. Unlike Rachel, who challenged him physically, Sophia challenged his mind. She was always composed, always graceful, embodying everything a noble lady should be. Yet beneath her elegance, she was sharp as a blade, something Leon had learned from years of verbal sparring with her.

As they studied, the doors swung open, and their mother, Lady Eleanor, entered with a graceful stride. "How goes the lesson?" she asked, casting a glance at the scattered papers on Leon's desk.

Sophia smiled. "He's learning... slowly."

Leon groaned. "Barely."

Eleanor chuckled softly, taking a seat beside them. "You're doing well, Leon. Every noble must carry the burden of responsibility, not just the sword." She reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear affectionately. "One day, you'll understand how everything connects."

Leon felt a warmth in his chest at his mother's encouragement. "I'll try harder," he promised.

Eleanor nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, finish your studies before luncheon. Your father wishes to discuss your progress."

Leon exchanged a glance with Sophia. Their father rarely spoke unless something important was on his mind. He felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

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Later that afternoon, Leon found himself in Duke Alistair Everhart's private study. His father stood by the grand window, gazing out over the estate grounds where the knights trained. The duke's posture was rigid, his aura commanding.

"You've begun your training under Reynard," Alistair said without turning.

"Yes, Father," Leon replied. "He's... strict."

A faint smirk touched the duke's lips. "He's one of the best. You'll learn much from him."

Leon hesitated before speaking. "Father, why am I being pushed so hard? Swordplay, history, diplomacy... What's expected of me?"

Alistair turned, his sharp blue eyes meeting Leon's. "Because you are an Everhart. Nobility isn't just privilege, Leon—it's duty." He walked over, placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder. "This kingdom is not at peace, no matter how it seems. Conflicts brew beneath the surface—rival factions, ambitious nobles, threats beyond our borders. When the time comes, I need to know that you are ready."

Leon swallowed, feeling the weight of his father's words. "I won't disappoint you."

Alistair's gaze softened for a brief moment. "I know you won't."

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, and a servant entered. "My lord, a representative from the royal court has arrived."

Alistair's expression darkened slightly. "Very well. Leon, we'll continue this later."

Leon nodded and left the study, his mind racing. It seemed the world outside their estate was more complicated than he realized.

As he walked through the halls, Rachel intercepted him with a grin. "So, how did it go?"

Leon sighed. "Father expects a lot from me."

Rachel patted his shoulder. "That's because he knows you can handle it."

Leon couldn't help but smile. With his family's support, he felt ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.