The sun had barely risen over the golden rooftops of the kingdom when Mariela awoke. The soft warmth of morning light slipped through her window, painting delicate patterns on the floor. She got ready with graceful ease, her long dress trailing behind her as she made her way to the garden, where breakfast awaited.
The garden was quiet—just the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle chirping of birds. As she bit into a piece of bread, her attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of clashing steel. Just beyond the garden walls, someone was practicing with a sword.
Curious, Mariela stood and peeked through the ivy-covered gate. What she saw left her in awe: a tall man with golden hair, his movements sharp and precise, each strike of his sword clean and powerful. But it wasn't just his technique—it was his presence. His crimson-red eyes burned with intensity.
She had seen Gideon train before, but this swordsman moved differently. Sharper. Bolder. There was a grace to him, yet something reckless.
Suddenly, the man halted mid-swing, eyes darting toward her.
"If you continue to spy on me," he said coolly, "that will cost you your life."
Mariela raised an eyebrow. "I am not spying. On the contrary, you could lose your life if you continue pointing your sword that way."
He narrowed his eyes. "Are you telling me how to use a sword? How arrogant." He motioned subtly for his guard to stand down.
Mariela crossed her arms, undeterred. "Listen, if you want to serve your master well, humility is essential. Every bit of knowledge helps you grow."
He scoffed. "And your advice will help me grow? That's the funniest thing I've heard all morning. Now go play with your dolls and drink some tea before you dare talk to me again."
Before she could snap back, a familiar voice called out.
"My lady!" Gideon's voice carried over the garden. "We must prepare to leave."
Mariela turned with a huff. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. Thanks to that insolent brat."
Gideon tilted his head. "Who are you talking about, my lady?"
"Don't trouble your pretty head over it," she muttered.
Meanwhile, the swordsman wiped sweat from his brow, eyes still fixed on the girl. "Find out who she is," he said to his guard. "And why she's here."
The palace of the Golden Kingdom stood like a dream. Walls encrusted with real gold glistened in the morning sun. Mariela's eyes widened.
"This place is no joke," she whispered to Gideon. "It's not called the Golden Kingdom for nothing."
"Please, my lady," Gideon said with caution. "Do not say that in front of the king."
Mariela giggled. "I could sell just one of these vases and feed Noor for a year!"
Peter, her adoptive father, gave her a sharp look. "Please, Mariela. No comments in front of the king unless you are asked to speak."
"Yes, Father," she said with a mock curtsy.
A guard escorted them to a lavish waiting room. Mariela and Peter sat on a plush couch, with Gideon standing silently behind. A servant brought tea and an elegant display of cookies and cakes. Mariela's eyes lit up at the sight of her favorite cookies. She immediately reached for one.
After finishing a few, she quietly asked a nearby servant to guide her to the restroom.
As they walked down the corridor, she rounded a corner—and bumped straight into someone.
"Red eyes?" she whispered in shock.
The swordsman stared down at her, equally surprised. "Can you not see where you're going?"
"You were the one not looking, not me," she snapped.
They both glanced down. Her bracelet had tangled in the hem of his coat.
"Just sit still," she sighed, crouching slightly. "Let me untangle it."
A servant stepped forward, about to speak. "I'm so sorry, my—"
The swordsman silenced her with a swift motion. "Return to your post."
Mariela frowned. "Don't be rude. She didn't do anything wrong. I know you outrank her, but you could at least pretend to have manners."
He scowled. "Do you have an off-button? Your rambling is unbearable. Just fix it already."
Mariela smirked. "See? Rude again. You should hear what my mother says when I talk too much. By the way, what's your name?"
"Are you done?!"
"One more second… aaand done!" She pulled her hand back with a flourish. "I love this bracelet. Your coat, on the other hand—not so much. I know some stitching tricks if you want me to fix it."
She leaned in slightly to examine the torn fabric. The swordsman's breath caught as he got a proper look at her face—her golden eyes sparkled with energy, her features soft yet striking. Something about her held him still.
He cleared his throat. "No, thank you. You've done enough damage. As for my name—I'm grateful you don't know it. And I hope we never see each other again."
He turned sharply and walked away.
Mariela stood there, blinking. "What was that?" she whispered.
Gideon appeared moments later. "My lady! I've been looking for you. The king is already with your father."
"Oh no," Mariela gasped. "I'm in trouble again."
The king sat upon a majestic throne, golden armor shining even in the shade.
"So you are the Mariela I've heard so much about," he said with a smile.
"I hope only the best things, Your Majesty," she replied with a graceful bow.
"Charming and clever. I am glad. I hear you are quite knowledgeable in plants."
"Oh yes!" Mariela began eagerly, "I could show you—" but her father's subtle throat-clear cut her off.
She shifted quickly. "I mean, yes, my king. I do have some knowledge in the subject."
"I'm especially curious about this 'heal-all' plant," the king said.
Mariela beamed. "Of course! I always carry a sample. If you don't mind, I'd be honored to show it to you."
At the king's nod, Gideon handed her the sample. The king revealed a small cut on his hand, and Mariela applied the cream-like substance. Within seconds, the wound closed.
"Incredible," the king whispered. "This is a great discovery."
"It's limited to wounds less than a week old," she explained, "but still very useful."
"I'm impressed. Guard, summon the prince." The king turned back to Mariela. "I'd like you to remain in the palace for a while. You'll observe our greenhouse. My son, the prince, will discuss the details with you and your father."
Mariela nodded. "If that is your will, kind king, I will do everything in my power to fulfill it."
Just then, the doors opened.
And in walked the prince—the same swordsman with crimson-red eyes.
Mariela's eyes widened in disbelief. Her breath caught, and she quickly turned her face away.