Kaelin watches you walk away, a hint of disappointment flashing across her features. She lets out a sigh and shakes her head. "Suit yourself," she mutters under her breath.

As you make your way back to the barracks, you can't help but reflect on the encounter. Is your aloof attitude pushing people away unnecessarily? Perhaps Kaelin's offer wasn't entirely without merit...

Lost in thought, you barely register the soft rustling of leaves behind you until it's too late.

Master Knight Elizabeth stands at the front of the training grounds, addressing her fellow knights-in-training. "Listen up, everyone! Today we'll be focusing on hand-to-hand combat techniques."

She pauses, scanning the crowd before her eyes land on you. A flicker of a smile crosses her face as she gestures for you to step forward.

"Baby, come here. I want to see what kind of form you have outside of swordplay." Her voice carries an air of curiosity and challenge.

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Master Knight Elizabeth rides over to where Cecilia is still struggling on the ground, her expression unreadable. "Is that true?" she asks you calmly. "Did you use magic to manipulate the terrain?"

You nod, meeting her gaze steadily. "Very well," she says after a moment's consideration. "Then I suggest we continue with our training and see how else your abilities might manifest." She glances at Cecilia, who is still trying to hide her pain as best she can. "

"Cecilia," Elizabeth says sternly, "you are dismissed for today. Report to me tomorrow morning before we begin training." As Cecilia hobbles away, still muttering under her breath about your "unfair advantage," Master Knight Elizabeth turns back to you with a thoughtful expression.

"You've certainly shown promise today, King," she says approvingly. "But remember: as a knight, it is not only your strength and abilities that matter. You must also uphold the honor of our order."

Elizabeth's face flushes with anger as she watches you strip the other knights of their clothes. "Clark! This is not the way to show them respect!" She grabs her sword, preparing to attack. "You will stop this right now!" The other knights exchange confused glances but remain silent, unsure how to proceed in the face of their leader's fury.

Elizabeth's disappearance sends shockwaves through the group. The other knights stare at you in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief and fear. "What have you done?" Cecilia whispers. Margaret takes a step forward, her sword shaking in her hand. "You've gone too far!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face.

Joan looks at you with hatred burning in her eyes. "We'll get you for this," she spits before charging towards you.

As the sun begins to set on the training grounds, Elizabeth reluctantly pulls away from your embrace. She looks at you with a mixture of longing and regret in her eyes. "Xavier Benedetti," she breathes, "this cannot continue. We are knights, bound by duty and honor. We cannot let ourselves be swayed by our desires."

Her words hang heavy between the two of you as she gathers her things and prepares to leave. You watch as she disappears into the gathering darkness, wondering what the future holds for both of you.

"Xavier Benedetti!" she gasps as you spin her around to face you. Your bodies are pressed together tightly, your chests heaving from exertion.

"I...I can't," she whispers urgently, trying to push you away. But there is no denying the desire in her eyes as they lock onto yours. "We will ruin everything..."

She doesn't resist as you slowly peel off her armor, revealing her lithe form beneath the thin fabric of her tunic.

As they gaze outside, Arthur and Guinevere can't help but notice the young man standing before them. Edward, now fourteen years old, bears an uncanny resemblance to his father in both looks and demeanor. His movements are graceful and fluid as he steps lightly across the garden paths, Excalibur sheathed at his side.

Arthur turns back to Guinevere, a question etched upon his features. "What do you think?" he asks softly. "

She hesitates for only a moment before responding. "I think..." her voice trails off as she searches for the right words. "I think we must trust in our son's strength and resilience," she finally says, taking his hand in hers. "We can guide him, yes, but ultimately it is up to him to decide how he will face his destiny."

Arthur nods solemnly, understanding the weight of her words all too well.

Alice's face turns red again as she is confronted by the reality of the situation, unable to continue. She looks at you with a mix of embarrassment and frustration before realizing her mistake. The thought of spending time alone with Reza is both thrilling and intimidating at the same time.

She takes another bite out of her pastry to calm herself down, feeling guilty for betraying your trust. She decides to accept your offer rather than turning it down.

Okay...