フォロー
Marac pulled his long, blond hair into a tight ponytail before walking calmly out onto the training field.
The Eastern Kingdom did not believe in lineage for succession, only strength and skill. Marac's own power had put him on the throne and while he had no intentions of needing an heir just yet-
One soldier in particular had caught his eye. She had magic and was quick on her feet. He'd watched the gleam of her sword for a week straight.
Marac smiled as he approached her.
"My turn," he said, drawing his blade.
He wasn't disappointed.
