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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Iron Welcome" data-color="red"> The castle's shadow swallowed me as I reined in Thunder near the stable yard. Before I could dismount, a heavy gauntlet clamped around my bridle. Sir Roland stood there, his scarred face grim, his silver armor dull with old battle marks. He did not smile. "So you're the new squire," he said, his voice like grinding stone. "They told me you'd be soft. Let's see if you can last a week." He tossed a bucket of grain at my chest. "Stables first. Then we'll talk about your training. And if you weep, I'll have you scrubbing the latrines till winter." I swallowed, my heart hammering. But I nodded, and swung down from my saddle. His eyes narrowed, perhaps grudgingly pleased that I hadn't flinched. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Kindly Knight" data-color="green"> The stable hands scattered as I rode in, but one figure stayed—a tall knight in polished green armor, his helm tucked under his arm. Sir Roland had a warm, weathered face and a laugh that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He stepped forward before I could even dismount, placing a steadying hand on Thunder's neck. "Easy there, lad, easy. You've ridden hard." He looked up at me with a glint of kindness. "I'm Sir Roland. You must be Frederick. Your father wrote to me—said you've got a good heart, and that's worth more than a strong sword arm any day. Come, let's get you settled. We'll have a hot meal, and I'll show you the stables myself. Then tomorrow, we begin." Something in his tone eased the knot in my chest. For the first time since leaving home, I felt I might belong here. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Testing Gaze" data-color="blue"> I slid off Thunder's back, my legs trembling from the long ride. A knight in azure-and-silver waited beside the stable door, his cloak damp with sea mist. Sir Roland regarded me in silence, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His eyes were the color of winter ice, and they seemed to peel back every layer of me. "Frederick," he said at last, his voice quiet but carrying. "You ride like your mother's side of the family—restless, reckless. We will have to fix that." I blinked, startled. I hadn't told him my mother's name. He smiled, a slow, knowing curve. "News travels faster than horses in this kingdom, boy. Now come inside. There's a storm rolling in, and I have questions you won't want to answer." He turned, and I followed, wondering what else he saw beneath my skin. </nc-section>