The Return of the Princes

The early morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and lavender as a figure approached the royal capital of Argent, riding on a sleek black stallion that moved with the grace of water flowing over stones. **Prince Pyrus Lunaris**, the third son of the reigning king, had returned home after four grueling months of training under the watchful eye of his maternal grandfather in the Verenth duchy.

Pyrus had always been the ambitious member of the royal family, often overshadowed by his older siblings, Rael , julian and Daina . But during his time away, he had dedicated himself to honing his skills as a knight, immersing himself in swordplay, strategy, and the arcane arts. Now, at nineteen, he had achieved the distinction of becoming a first-rank knight, his body chiseled and his mind sharpened by the trials faced during his training.

As he rode into the capital, the bustling streets of Argent stretched out before him, filled with merchants hawking their goods, children playing, and cit