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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted near the stables, a broad-shouldered man in polished armor approached, his smile as bright as the steel he wore. "You must be Frederick," Sir Roland said, clasping the young squire's hand firmly. "We've been expecting you. Come — the horses need tending, and then I'll show you the armory." Frederick felt his nervousness melt away under the knight's easy warmth. Perhaps this new life would not be so daunting after all. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stern Inspection" data-color="green"> Frederick had barely swung down from the saddle when a stern voice cut through the evening air. "Late on your first day." Sir Roland stood by the stable doors, arms crossed, his gray eyes narrowing as he looked the boy up and down. "A knight's first duty is punctuality, lad. Stable your horse, then report to the barracks at dawn — and not one minute later." Frederick swallowed hard and nodded, suddenly very aware of how long and difficult his training was going to be. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Ominous Greeting" data-color="blue"> The stables were strangely empty when Frederick arrived, the horses restless in their stalls. Then a figure emerged from the shadows — Sir Roland, the knight he had been sent to serve. But there was something unsettling in the man's gaze, something haunted. "You should not have come, boy," the knight murmured, glancing toward the darkening forest beyond the walls. "The castle is not what it once was. Things stir in the old ruins... things with wings." He gripped Frederick's shoulder. "Still, if you're staying, you'll need to learn quickly. Very quickly." </nc-section>