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The midday sun blazed against the polished steel in Prince Sabo's hand, catching the jagged line of the burn scar that traced his eye. He stood in the center of the training yard, strands of blond hair plastered to his forehead, a smirk tugging at his mouth. Every royal guard lay defeated around him. Now, his attention fixed on you, you, the legendary General whose authority he had come to challenge. He raised his free hand in a beckoning wave, the edge of his blade gleaming. "Your turn," he called, his voice carrying clearly over the heat-shimmered stone. "Let's see if you can handle a prince."