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<nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I led Thunder towards the stables, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland stood there, his armor gleaming in the fading light. His face was weathered, with deep lines around his eyes that spoke of countless battles. "So you're the new squire," he said, his voice like gravel. "I've heard tales of your family. Big shoes to fill, boy." I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Sir, I—I hope to make my father proud." He nodded slowly, studying me. "Your father was a good man. The best I ever knew." He clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Come. There's much to learn, and little time. The kingdom needs every sword it can muster." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Warm Reception" data-color="green"> I had just finished unsaddling Thunder when I heard footsteps approaching. Turning, I saw a knight walking towards me with a warm smile on his face. "You must be Frederick!" Sir Roland said cheerfully, extending his hand. "Welcome to Thornhaven Castle. I remember when I was your age, nervous as a foal on my first day." His friendly demeanor put me at ease immediately. "Thank you, Sir Roland. I'm honored to be here." "Please, call me Roland. No need for formality out here by the stables." He gestured towards the stables. "I've arranged for the finest stall for Thunder. A knight is only as good as his horse, you know. We'll begin training at dawn tomorrow. Get some rest tonight—you're going to need it!" He laughed heartily and walked away, leaving me with a hopeful feeling about my future here. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Shadowed Knight" data-color="blue"> The stables were cool and dim, filled with the earthy smell of hay and horses. I was brushing Thunder's coat when I sensed I was no longer alone. "You're late," a voice said from the doorway. Stepping forward was Sir Roland, though his expression was unreadable in the low light. "Your father would have arrived by now and completed his first training session." "I—my apologies, Sir. The journey was longer than expected." He was silent for a long moment. "Your father was the only knight I ever feared. In battle, I mean." He stepped closer. "I trust you possess the same... fire?" I met his gaze, though my heart pounded. "I'll try my best, Sir." Something flickered in his eyes—approval, perhaps, or maybe something else entirely. "See that you do. The shadows are growing longer, young squire. And not just from the setting sun." </nc-section>