The courtyard of Alex's mansion buzzed with activity. Young nobles from various houses had gathered for a small social event—a chance to mingle, play games, and display their manners. Kael walked in quietly, his posture tense but steady, remembering everything Alex had taught him.
He had come alone, intentionally seeking a test of his social skills.
Almost immediately, a boy from one of the wealthier houses approached him with a sly smirk. "Oh, it's Kael, the illegitimate son of Duke Skyrim. Careful, don't soil your nice clothes while standing among real nobles."
The words were sharp, designed to provoke. Kael's hand twitched for a moment, and the old instinct to lash out stirred—but he remembered Alex's advice: not all fights are won with fists; some are fought with words, and some with calm demeanor.
Taking a deep breath, Kael straightened his shoulders and let a faint smile curve his lips. "I'm not here to soil my clothes," he replied evenly, "nor my manners. If behavior defines nobility, perhaps a lesson in restraint could benefit everyone here."
The boy blinked, momentarily thrown off by Kael's poise. He opened his mouth, but Kael continued with a calm grace, his voice soft yet carrying authority. "It's curious how some seek to elevate themselves by belittling others. Surely confidence need not require cruelty?"
Some of the other young nobles, who had been watching, whispered to themselves, impressed by Kael's composure. The boy's smirk faltered, and he shrugged awkwardly before walking away, mumbling under his breath.
Kael exhaled slowly, feeling a wave of relief. He had handled the situation as Alex had instructed: carefully, with words and subtle body language, avoiding anger, showing confidence, and maintaining control.
By the end of the event, Kael found himself in the quieter part of the courtyard, reviewing every interaction in his mind. A familiar voice called softly from the edge of the crowd.
"You did well today," Alex said, stepping closer. A faint, playful grin crossed his face as he leaned forward and ruffled Kael's hair gently.
Kael blinked in surprise, a warmth spreading across his cheeks. "Thank you, Alex… sir," he murmured, unsure what else to say.
"Good work today," Alex repeated, his voice soft but firm, a mixture of encouragement and affection. Kael couldn't help but feel a quiet pride and a hint of excitement for the lessons yet to come.
The event ended on a calm note, but for Kael, it was more than just a tea gathering—it was the first tangible proof that Alex's guidance was shaping him, teaching him how to navigate the treacherous waters of noble society. And in that playful ruffle of his hair, a bond of trust and mentorship was quietly cemented.