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<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: A Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As Thunder's hooves clattered against the cobblestones near the stables, a broad-shouldered man stepped out from the shadows of the doorway. His armor bore the deep crimson insignia of the royal guard, and a sword hung confidently at his hip. "You must be young Frederick," he called out, his voice carrying the weight of authority tempered with warmth. "I am Sir Roland. Word of your arrival reached me this morning." I dismounted quickly, my legs still stiff from the long ride, and bowed my head respectfully. "Sir Roland, it's an honor. I've heard tales of your victories in the Border Wars." He laughed heartily, clasping a firm hand on my shoulder. "Tales grow taller with each telling, lad. Come, let's get your horse settled. We have much to discuss about your training." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Stable Meeting" data-color="green"> The stable boy hurried forward to take Thunder's reins, but before I could follow, a voice rang out across the yard. "Steady now—that's a fine animal you've brought." I turned to see a tall knight approaching, his green-trimmed cloak swaying with each measured step. Sir Roland, I would soon learn, though at that moment he was simply an imposing stranger with kind eyes and a weathered face marked by years of service. "Frederick, is it?" he asked, extending a gloved hand. "I've been asked to oversee your first months here. Sir Roland, at your service—though most just call me Roland when the pleasantries wear thin." I shook his hand, surprised by the firmness of his grip despite his easy smile. "Thank you, sir. I'm ready to learn whatever you can teach me." "Good," he said, nodding toward the stable doors. "That's exactly what I like to hear. Now, let's see if you know one end of a sword from the other." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: An Unexpected Welcome" data-color="blue"> The stable smelled of hay and horse sweat, a familiar comfort after my long journey. I was busy loosening Thunder's saddle when a shadow fell across the stall door. "That's quite a horse you've got there," a voice remarked, tinged with genuine admiration. "Strong in the legs, good temperament, if I'm any judge." I glanced up to find a knight in blue-accented armor leaning against the stable entrance, his arms crossed and a curious expression on his face. "Sir Roland," he introduced himself, pushing off from the wooden frame. "I take it you're the new squire everyone's been talking about?" "Frederick, sir," I replied, straightening up and offering a respectful nod. "I wasn't aware anyone knew I was coming." "News travels fast in these halls, especially when the captain mentions a promising young recruit." Roland's eyes studied me with quiet assessment. "Finish up here, then meet me by the training yard. We'll see what promise looks like in practice." </nc-section>