<nc-section data-title="Meeting Sir Roland" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a tall and imposing figure with the rank of a noble knight, was just as Frederick had envisioned him. He approached Frederick's stallion, Thunder, as if greeting an old friend. "Ah, Frederick! Welcome to the kingdom! I've been anticipating your arrival," Sir Roland said, his deep voice resonating with warmth and pride. "Let me take care of your stallion, and we can have a chat over the weighty responsibilities and challenges that lie ahead." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="First Impression of the Castle" data-color="green"> The enormity of the castle now confronted Frederick as he dismounted, assisted by Sir Roland. He gazed up at the grand structure lit by the evening torches, that seemed to stand eternal amidst the changing seasons. The castle was crowned on a hill, its stone walls dripping in myth and history. Pulling himself out from the awe, Frederick turned back to greet Sir Roland, ready to listen to the next chapter of his story. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Sir Roland's Guidance" data-color="blue"> Driven by years of experience, Sir Roland led Frederick through the castle's labyrinth of corridors. Their footsteps echoed ominously on the cold floor, causing a chill up Frederick's spine. Sir Roland illuminated flashbacks on the importance of chivalry, duty, and the significance of his role as a squire. This knowledge was like a beacon, guiding Frederick on his journey towards a great destiny. "Remember, a squire's word is as good as a knight's," Sir Roland said, his gaze piercing like the moonlight. </nc-section>