The courtyard of the Rosetta Dukedom was quiet in the late afternoon, sunlight glinting off the polished stone paths and the neatly trimmed hedges. Alex's movements were precise, almost methodical, as he practiced mana-infused strikes with his staff, testing his control and flow. Each swing hummed with the potential energy of his recently acquired heirloom and the techniques from Riven's gifted scroll.
A soft shadow fell across the courtyard, drawing his gaze upward.
"Ah... practicing without me, Cupcake?" Riven's voice cut through the calm air, his black and silver hair catching the light as he stepped closer. His presence had the effortless authority of someone used to commanding attention, yet there was a teasing warmth in his grin.
Alex paused, allowing himself a small smile. "I've been busy preparing. I thought I'd get ahead before the Royal Hunting Competition."
Riven tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Busy, huh? I see... and what exactly are you preparing for?"
Before Alex could answer, Riven held up a small, intricate insignia. "This is for you. It connects you to Lord Elias of Nether Dukedom. Present it to him, and he'll craft any weapon you desire for the competition. Whatever you need, I'll cover the cost."
Alex blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected gift. "Why... why are you giving me this?"
Riven stepped closer, placing a hand on Alex's shoulder, giving it a light, teasing clap. "Because my Cupcake deserves the world. And this? This is just a little start."
Alex's lips twitched into a giggle. "You really spoil me."
"And you deserve it," Riven replied smoothly, the grin never leaving his face. "Now, promise me you'll visit Nether Dukedom tomorrow. Tell Lord Elias exactly what you want for the competition."
Alex nodded, already feeling the thrill of anticipation. "I'll go. And I'll make sure the weapons are perfect for the Royal Hunting Competition."
Riven's smirk deepened, a playful glint in his eyes. "Of course, Cupcake. I wouldn't expect anything less."
With a light flourish, Riven turned and departed, leaving Alex in the courtyard, the insignia warm in his hand, and a flutter of excitement for both the weapons he would soon commission and the challenges ahead in the Royal Hunting Competition.