Morning sunlight spilled gently through the wooden shutters of Issac's home, brushing across his face. The scent of dew and burning firewood filled the air as his mother adjusted his cloak and his father checked the edge of his boots. Today wasn't just any morning — it was the day Issac was summoned to the royal castle of Verdalis.
Vaela stood by the door, her expression tight with worry yet proud.
"Don't be nervous," she said softly, trying to smile. "You already saved the princess. The King will see that."
Issac nodded, steadying his breath. "I'm not nervous… just wondering what awaits me."
His father placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Whatever the King says, remember—you represent this family now. Speak wisely."
With that, Issac set out toward the heart of Verdalis, his cloak fluttering in the golden breeze.
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The Path to the Castle
Verdalis glistened beneath the morning sun — tall stone spires and blue banners waving proudly. The castle rose high above the city, guarded by armored soldiers at every gate. When Issac approached, the guards exchanged glances, recognizing him immediately. One of them stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"You are the young man who protected Princess Diya, correct?"
"Yes," Issac replied.
"His Majesty has been expecting you."
The massive iron gates creaked open, revealing the marble courtyard beyond. Standing near the entrance was Prince Ravender, dressed in royal blue attire, his posture regal but friendly.
"Ah, Issac!" the prince called out, his tone bright. "You've come right on time. The King is eager to meet you."
They walked side by side through the corridors lined with paintings and golden pillars. Ravender glanced at him with a faint smile.
"You looked different on the battlefield. More fierce. But now you look… calm."
Issac gave a modest grin. "I save the fierceness for when it's needed."
Ravender laughed quietly. "Good answer. Come, the King awaits."
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The Audience with the King
The throne room shimmered with grandeur — banners of gold and crimson hung from every wall, and the polished floor reflected the light of massive chandeliers. Courtiers stood in silence as King Arthen of Verdalis rose from his throne. His presence filled the hall — firm yet noble.
Issac knelt on one knee, head bowed.
"Your Majesty."
The King's deep voice echoed. "Rise, young warrior. I have heard of your courage and your sacrifice. My daughter owes her life to your blade and your spirit."
Issac slowly stood, meeting the King's gaze with respect. "I only did what was right, Your Majesty."
The King nodded, clearly impressed. "Then you shall be rewarded not only with words."
He motioned for a scribe to step forward. "From this day forth, you shall be known as Baron Issac of Verdalis. You will be granted several acres of land along the southern border — a gift to honor your bravery and the protection you've given this kingdom."
A murmur ran through the court. Issac's chest tightened — disbelief, pride, and humility colliding within him. He bowed deeply.
"I… am honored, Your Majesty. I will protect Verdalis with everything I have."
"Good," the King said with a faint smile. "Verdalis thrives because of hearts like yours."
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The Veranda Conversation
After the ceremony, Issac walked through the open veranda overlooking the kingdom. The city spread below like a living painting — rooftops glinting, wind rustling the royal banners.
He leaned against the railing, still trying to absorb the weight of his new title.
"Still trying to breathe?" a familiar voice teased.
Prince Ravender appeared beside him, a small grin on his face. "Congratulations, Baron. Sounds strange, doesn't it?"
Issac chuckled softly. "It does. I never imagined myself as anything noble."
"Titles don't make a man noble," Ravender said, his tone suddenly sincere. "Actions do. You've already proven that."
Issac looked at him, slightly surprised by the prince's honesty. Ravender folded his arms and continued,
"My father gave you land — but what you truly need is growth. Join the military, Issac. It's not just about battles. It's about learning discipline, mastering power, and protecting others. Verdalis needs warriors who think like you."
Issac hesitated. "The military…?"
Ravender nodded. "You'll understand your strength better there — and maybe, the mystery of that power within you."
The White Tiger's roar echoed faintly in Issac's memory. His heart pulsed as if agreeing with the prince's words.
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Decision Under the Moon
That evening, Issac returned home. His parents listened as he told them everything — the King's gratitude, the new title, the offer of land. But when he mentioned the prince's suggestion about the military, his father grew quiet.
"The military is not an easy path," his father said. "But perhaps it's where you'll truly find what you're meant for."
Later that night, under the moon's silver light, Issac stood outside, staring at the sky. He remembered the battlefield, the blinding energy, and the pain in his heart — both from the wound and from realizing his power's danger.
He clenched his fist.
"I have to learn to control it. To protect everyone — not destroy."
As the wind brushed past, he smiled faintly.
"Prince Ravender… I'll take your advice."
The chapter closed with Issac stepping into the pale moonlight, his shadow stretching long behind him.
"By dawn, Baron Issac of Verdalis would no longer be just a villager. His path toward destiny had begun."
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