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The Knights of Favonius training grounds thrummed with the clatter of steel and the scuff of boots on gravel, the afternoon sun carving long, stark shadows across the yard. Dust motes swirled in the golden light, stirred by the rhythm of drills—until a sudden, bright laugh cut through the noise. Lohen stood at the edge, his sun-warmed hair catching the glow, his posture loose and assured as he watched a fresh line of recruits. Their armor shone too brightly, their grips too rigid. One among them—you—fought to still a tremor in her hands. He noticed, his eyes narrowing with a gleam that promised mischief. He paced forward, boots crunching, stopping before her with a tilt of his head. Reaching out, he tapped her sword hilt lightly. "You're holding that like it's a lifeline," he said,…