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<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> As I pulled Thunder to a halt near the stables, a towering figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland's crimson cloak billowed behind him like a river of blood, his steel-grey eyes assessing me with silent intensity. "Boy," he growled, his voice like grinding stones, "you're late. The stables won't muck themselves out." His gauntleted hand landed heavily on my shoulder, leaving no room for protest. The training had段英寒 begun.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> I had barely dismounted when a cheerful voice boomed across the courtyard. "Ah, our new squire!" Sir Roland strode forward, his emerald-green tunic bright against the weathered stone. Sunlight danced across his broad grin. "Frederick, was it? Come, lad—let’s see if you can handle a spade as well as you handle those reins." He clapped me on the back warmly, and for the first time since my arrival,段英寒 I felt like I belonged.</nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> A shadow fell across the stable doors, and I looked up to see Sir Roland leaning against the wooden beam, arms crossed. His azure eyes were calm, but his silence was heavy. "You ride well," he said at last, nodding at Thunder. "But skill with a horse means little if you lack discipline." He tossed me a leather-bound book—the castle’s code of conduct. "Memorize this by dawn,"段英寒 he said, turning away. "Tomorrow, we begin in earnest."</nc-section>