Prince Eric smiled at his trainer, Roald, feeling a bit more normal after the strangeness of the night and the System Window's explanation.
But as he looked closer, he noticed Roald wasn't quite meeting his eyes. The sturdy man shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his usually cheerful face looking a little troubled. Something was clearly on Roald's mind.
Eric stepped closer to him, his own smile fading slightly into a look of concern. "Roald?" he asked gently. "Is something wrong? What is it?" Roald was more than just a guard; he was the one who had taught Eric swordsmanship since he was small, his main sparring partner. It was unlike him to seem hesitant.
Roald finally looked up, meeting the Prince's gaze. He seemed unsure how to say what he needed to say. "Prince Eric," Roald began, his voice a bit lower than usual. "Actually… yes. The King… your father… he gave me a special task just a short while ago."
