Here are the three alternate prose sections: **Version 1: RED** The red fabric of the castle's banner flapped wildly as Sir Roland strode towards me, his armor glinting in the fading light. His piercing blue eyes bore into my very soul, as if searching for something. "Ah, Frederick," he boomed, his deep voice like thunder on a summer's day. "Welcome to your new home. The king has taken a liking to you, and I've been charged with training you in the ways of the noble art of knights." His voice dripped with a weight that made my shoulders sag under the familiar weight of expectation. **Version 2: GREEN** The emerald green grass of the castle's gardens swirled around me as I dismounted Thunder, the fresh scent of blooming flowers filling my nostrils. Sir Roland emerged from the trees, his rugged features etched by the warmth of the sun. His hand extended, his palm upturned, as if symbolizing a token of his welcome. "Frederick, squire, the king awaits you," he said, his voice like the gentle rustle of leaves in the morning breeze. **Version 3: BLUE** The azure tinge of twilight crept across the sky as I rode into the castle courtyard, the stone walls fading into the somber tones of the night. Sir Roland strode towards me, his armor a deep, midnight blue that reflected the shadows of the evening. His eyes, like two stars in the dark canvas of night, shone bright as he gazed at me. "Frederick, a new era awaits you within these walls," he said, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate within my chest.