Another year passed, and Vivian had turned nine. Soon, he would step into the age of ten.
During this last year, he had been betrothed to the only princess of the Indrath Empire, Charlotte von Indrath.
Vivian did not want to get tangled with that evil princess at all.
Sadly, she never gave him a chance to refuse.
Without even trying hard, she convinced everyone, and the matter was settled just like that.
On this day, Vivian was in the training hall with his little brother Edward, who had just turned five.
The two brothers were swinging their swords through the air again and again.
Their clothes were soaked, and sweat ran down their faces, showing how hard they had been training.
The air echoed with the sound of wooden swords cutting through space.
Vivian's eyes were sharp and focused. Every swing was clean and steady.
Edward stood beside him, copying each move carefully.
