The morning sunlight filtered gently into Alex's courtyard, illuminating the quiet space where Kael had come seeking guidance. The events of the tea party-and his own test of wits-still lingered in Kael's mind. He had been praised by Alex for handling the nobles' mockery with composure, yet he knew he still had much to learn.
Alex leaned against the balcony railing, observing Kael with an analytical eye. "Today," he said calmly, "we'll focus on subtleties. How to navigate conversations, anticipate provocations, and respond without letting anger or pride guide your actions."
Kael listened intently, his posture stiff with a mixture of respect and eagerness. "I... I want to do this right," he admitted.
"That's why you're here," Alex replied, gesturing toward the practice area. "The world of nobles isn't won by strength alone. Sometimes the tongue and presence matter more than swords or fists."
Hours passed in patient instruction. Alex guided Kael through role-playing exercises: how to respond to subtle insults, how to use body language to command attention, and how to exude confidence without arrogance. Kael stumbled a few times, but each misstep became a lesson, each hesitation a reminder of the path he needed to tread.
Throughout the morning, Nana Cecilia moved quietly about the courtyard, offering tea and ensuring Kael felt welcome. Butler Luke occasionally appeared with notes and documents, a discreet reminder that Alex's responsibilities extended far beyond this mentoring session. Even Lady Marianne's influence lingered at the back of Alex's mind, as their fashion house partnership flourished quietly in another part of the mansion.
By mid-afternoon, Kael had grown more confident. His voice steadier, his stance more deliberate, he practiced addressing hypothetical nobles, parrying imagined insults with measured words instead of impulsive reactions.
Alex finally stepped back, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Well done. You've applied what you learned from the tea party. Composure, wit, and clarity-these will serve you well."
Kael bowed, a mix of pride and humility in his expression. "Thank you, Alex. I... I understand more now. Not every battle needs a weapon."
"That's correct," Alex said. "And remember, Kael, your actions here are preparing you for the world outside these walls. Every interaction is a test of character. Keep practicing, and you'll find your own strength."
As Kael prepared to leave, Alex's gaze softened. "Continue what you've begun. One day, your choices will matter in ways you cannot yet imagine. I trust that you will not forget these lessons."
Kael departed with renewed determination, carrying both the guidance and quiet expectation that Alex had placed upon him. Within the courtyard, Alex returned to his tasks, feeling a subtle satisfaction-his mentorship had taken root, and in time, Kael would grow into a capable, discerning ally in the intricate world of nobility.
Author's Note
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