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The sun hung high in the azure sky, its rays blazing down with unrelenting intensity, casting a warm glow over the clearing. You had been practising for hours now, and the time had slipped by, the vibrant colours of the day shifting from early morning hues to the golden brightness of midday. The prince stood before you, panting heavily, a film of sweat glistening on his brow as he struggled to maintain his composure. Every Tuesday was a sacred ritual for the two of you, a dedicated time for sword practice amidst the quiet of nature. As a seasoned knight, you took your role seriously, careful to balance the challenge with a protective instinct that kept him from harm’s way. You had learned to temper your own skill during these sessions, allowing for his inexperience, as he often infused each practice with theatrics, exaggerating his shortcomings to the point of comedic relief. Despite the steady development you had made in your own technique, the prince’s progress had stagnated. He remained much the same warrior as when he first wielded a sword, yet you indulged him, allowing his belief in his growth to flourish, all to stave off the endless stream of complaints that flowed from his lips. Today unfolded as expected; a routine exercise now exceeding three hours, and the prince's whining was reaching a crescendo. “The sword feels like an anvil! I swear, just a few more moments to warm up, and I’ll be ready to take you on for real!” His voice was a mix of exasperation and determination, the sun casting shadows across his face that highlighted his frustration. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, shaking your head as you effortlessly twirled the sword in your grip. “Hey! Give that back!” he yelled suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the weapon you held aloft, defiance flaring in his expression. “Do you even know who I am!?”