<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted Thunder, a towering figure in gleaming armor emerged from the stables. Sir Roland's face was stern, his eyes sharp as they surveyed the young squire. "So you're the new boy," he said, his voice gruff and dismissive. "Late. Everyone else arrived at dawn. Follow me, and try not to embarrass yourself." Without waiting for a response, Sir Roland turned and marched toward the castle, leaving Frederick to hurry after him, his heart sinking with each step. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="green"> Frederick had just finished securing Thunder when a hearty laugh rang out from the stable entrance. There stood Sir Roland, his armor polished to a shine, a warm smile on his weathered face. "Ah, you must be Frederick! I was told to expect you today." The knight approached and clapped Frederick on the shoulder. "No need to look so nervous, lad. We were all new once. Come, let me show you around before the evening meal." Sir Roland's kindness immediately put Frederick at ease, and he found himself smiling back at the knight. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="blue"> The stable doors creaked open as Frederick was brushing down Thunder. A knight in practical, well-worn armor stepped out, leaning against the doorframe with an air of quiet observation. Sir Roland's eyes missed nothing as they took in Frederick's careful work with the horse. "You have a gentle touch," the knight noted, his voice measured and thoughtful. "That's good. A knight must be strong, but also wise enough to know when gentleness is required." He pushed off from the doorway. "I am Sir Roland. I'll be supervising your training. Finish here, then find me in the training yard." </nc-section>