The training grounds of Castle of Valerius were already in use by the time Arlo and the princess stepped outside. The morning sun had risen fully now, casting a steady light over the wide, open space. Soldiers trained in small groups across the field, the sound of clashing wood and metal mixing with distant commands. Off to one side stood a row of archery targets, worn from constant use but still firm and upright.
Arlo walked ahead at a relaxed pace, a bow resting casually in his hand while a small bundle of arrows hung over his shoulder. The princess followed beside him, her posture straight, her expression calm but focused. Unlike the crowded market or the busy halls of the castle, this place had a different kind of energy. It was quieter in tone but heavier in purpose.
"You're later than usual," the princess said as they reached the archery line.
"I said I was busy," Arlo replied lightly as he set the arrows down on a wooden rack. "You should be glad I came at all."
