Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9S8Y7D2K0E999ZMWFKJ1Y

Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, each with a specified color and adhering to the prompt’s instructions: **Version 1 (Red)** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a man carved from granite and weathered by a thousand battles, stood beside the stables, his hand resting on the pommel of his broadsword. His gaze, sharp and assessing, narrowed as he took in Frederick’s youthful appearance. “You’re the squire,” he stated, his voice a low rumble. “Don’t expect coddling. Becoming a knight isn’t about pretty words and polite smiles. It’s about steel, sweat, and the willingness to spill blood. You’ll learn that quickly enough. Follow me.” He didn’t offer a handshake, merely inclined his head and turned, his armor gleaming faintly in the fading light. A prickle of unease ran down Frederick’s spine. This wasn't the welcoming he’d imagined. </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green)** <nc-section data-title="A Gentle Hand" data-color="green"> A flash of emerald armor caught Frederick’s eye – Sir Roland, a knight renowned as much for his skill as his kindness. He was patiently repairing a saddle in the stables, his movements deliberate and practiced. “Frederick, is it?” he asked, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Welcome to Castle Blackwood. I’ve been expecting you. Don’t be intimidated; training will be demanding, certainly, but I intend to make it as rewarding as possible. I’ve prepared a small room for you – simple, but clean. We’ll begin with the basics tomorrow. Tell me, lad, what brought you to seek a life of service?” He paused, genuinely interested, and offered Frederick a reassuring nod. </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue)** <nc-section data-title="Duty and Discipline" data-color="blue"> The rain had begun to fall, a cold, insistent drizzle as Sir Roland approached. He wore a dark blue cloak, pulled close against the damp, and his face was etched with a quiet severity. “Squire Frederick,” he greeted, his voice clipped and economical. “You arrived as scheduled. There’s little time for pleasantries. Castle Blackwood has seen its share of turmoil, and I have little patience for sentimentality. Your purpose here is to serve, to learn, and to prove your worth. I’ll be overseeing your training. Disobey, slack off, or show weakness, and you’ll face consequences. Understood?” He extended a single, gloved hand, offering no invitation to shake it. “Now, let’s move. The keep awaits.” The air around him felt… colder than the rain. </nc-section> --- Which version do you prefer, or would you like me to modify one of them? Do you want me to continue the story with one of these sections, or perhaps combine elements from multiple versions?