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<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Thunder's hooves clattered against the cobblestones leading to the stables, a broad-shouldered figure emerged from the shadows of the stable door. His armor bore the crest of the kingdom, polished despite the day's evident toil. "You must be young Frederick," the man said, his voice carrying the warmth of a summer hearth. "I am Sir Roland. Welcome to your new home, lad." He extended a calloused hand, his eyes crinkling with a genuine smile. "Come, let's see to your horse. You've had a long journey, and there's much to discuss before nightfall." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - A Stern Introduction" data-color="green"> Frederick barely had time to dismount before a stern voice cut through the evening air. "You're late." Sir Roland stood at the entrance of the stables, arms crossed, his weathered face unreadable in the fading light. "Squires are expected at the second bell, not the third." Frederick's stomach tightened with nerves as the knight approached, boots echoing against stone. Sir Roland circled Thunder once, appraising the horse with a critical eye, then turned his gaze upon the young squire. "Well, you're here now. That will have to do. Tomorrow, we begin at dawn—and dawn does not wait for latecomers." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - An Unexpected Camaraderie" data-color="blue"> A hearty laugh echoed from within the stables as Frederick led Thunder toward the entrance. "By the gods, that's a fine-looking stallion!" A man stepped into view, his armor slightly dented from what must have been years of service, his grin infectious despite the dirt smudged across his cheek. "Sir Roland, at your service—though I daresay your horse has more sense than half the squires I've trained." He clapped Frederick on the shoulder with unexpected familiarity. "Don't look so nervous, boy. We'll get you settled, fed, and by tomorrow you'll wish you were back home milking cows. Come now, tell me your name properly." </nc-section>