Prince William sucked in a breath as he entered the training room and hefted his lance.
He was already strong, despite his youth. He would take after his father, the Great Unifier, in that.
His smile dimmed as he thought of how many had died during the wars. While their had been minor skirmishes and uprisings since, peace ruled most of Arendur.
Peace he had to be strong enough to maintain.
He tightened his grip on his lance.