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... brat. Not a power-hungry heir with something to prove. This was different. Royal guard initiates didn’t challenge others lightly—and certainly not first years. Which meant it wasn’t about pride. It was a message.
He trained harder.
By dusk, his palms were torn. Every grip on the blade left blood on the hilt. But he didn’t stop. Every breath he took was slower now. Sharper. He no longer thought about pain. Only precision.
By the third day, even Roth stopped joking.
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