In a world where power and privilege reign supreme, Lucien, the illegitimate son of a noble lord, must navigate the treacherous landscape of court politics and ancient magic. With his swordsmanship skills honed to perfection, Lucien is determined to prove himself worthy of his family's name. But as he delves deeper into the mysteries of his past, he uncovers secrets that threaten to destroy everything he holds dear. Will Lucien be able to claim his rightful place among the nobility, or will the shadows of his past define his future?.
Chapter 1 Morning Routine
The sun had barely risen over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the estate. Lucien, dressed in a simple yet elegant white robe, stood on the balcony of his chambers, gazing out at the breathtaking view. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds, creating a serene atmosphere.
Lucien took a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill his lungs. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he let go of the weight of his responsibilities and the pressures of his life. The silence was a balm to his soul, a reminder that there was still beauty in the world.
As he opened his eyes, Lucien's gaze fell upon the sprawling gardens below. The meticulously manicured lawns and vibrant flowers were a testament to the estate's wealth and prestige. His family's crest, emblazoned on the garden's central fountain, seemed to gleam in the morning light, a reminder of his heritage.
With a quiet sigh, Lucien turned away from the balcony and began his morning routine. His movements were fluid and practiced, a result of years of discipline and training. He washed his face, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit, and made his way to the training grounds.
The training grounds were a sprawling complex of various facilities, each designed to hone a specific skill. Lucien moved with purpose, his footsteps echoing off the stone floors as he made his way to the sword training area.
His instructor, Marcus, was already waiting for him. Marcus was a man in his late fifties, with a rugged face and a no-nonsense attitude. He had trained Lucien in the art of sword fighting since he was a child, and their relationship was one of mutual respect and trust.
Lucien moved with purpose, his footsteps echoing off the stone floors as he made his way to the sword training area. Marcus was already waiting for him, his eyes fixed intently on Lucien as he approached.
"Good morning, Lucien," Marcus said, his voice firm but friendly. "Today, we'll be focusing on your sword technique. I want to see improvement in your footwork and your ability to adapt to different situations."
Lucien nodded, his expression serious. He knew that Marcus was pushing him hard, but he also knew that it was necessary. He wanted to become the best swordsman in the kingdom, and he was willing to put in the effort required to achieve that goal.
As the training session began, Lucien's movements were precise and swift. His sword sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, striking the target with ease. Marcus watched him with a critical eye, nodding in approval.
"You're a skilled swordsman, Lucien," Marcus said. "Your technique is impressive. But I want to see more. I want to see you push yourself to the limit."
Lucien's expression remained stoic, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. He nodded curtly, acknowledging the compliment.
Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Lucien's older brother, Julian. Julian's eyes narrowed as he watched Lucien, a hint of disdain in his voice.
"Father's expectations are high, Lucien," Julian said. "Don't think that your... talents will be enough to impress him."
Lucien's expression didn't change, but his eyes flashed with a hint of anger. He knew what Julian was implying – that as the son of a concubine, he would never be truly accepted.
"I'm not trying to impress Father," Lucien said, his voice neutral. "I'm just trying to improve my skills."
Julian snorted. "Improve your skills? You'll never be good enough, Lucien. You'll always be just a bastard son, trying to prove yourself."
Lucien's jaw clenched, but he kept his cool. "That's enough, Julian," he said, his voice firm.
Julian sneered. "Or what? You'll report me to Father? I doubt it. You're too scared to stand up for yourself."
Lucien's eyes narrowed, but he didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he turned to Marcus and nodded. "I think that's enough for today."
Marcus nodded, his eyes flicking to Julian before returning to Lucien. "Very well, Lucien. You can head inside."
Lucien nodded and turned to walk away, leaving Julian and Marcus behind.
Chapter 1 Morning Routine
11/02/2025