The late afternoon light streamed through the living room window, painting the interior of the house with warm shades of orange and gold. Damon sat at the table, calmly sharpening his sword. The sound of metal sliding against stone was the only noise until Aria emerged from the kitchen, a steaming mug in her hands. Ester followed close behind, as always, impeccable and with a controlled expression.
"So," Aria began, leaning against the table, "tomorrow is the day."
Damon looked up, without interrupting the movement of his hands. "The day of what, exactly?"
"Your presentation at the Knights' Academy," Ester replied, sitting down opposite him. "Elizabeth should have already arranged the registration. All you have to do is show up."
Damon frowned, resting the sword on his lap. "I still don't understand why this is really necessary. I already know how to fight, I already have experience. Do I really need to submit to… classes?"
