Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Graceful, confident, and radiant in her deep violet combat robes that shimmered subtly with royal embroidery, the princess strode across the training field with the poise of a goddess who knew the world bent to her will. Long hair flowed like liquid silk behind her, and her emerald eyes scanned the area with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Students all around paused. Conversations died down. Whispers surged like a ripple in still water.

"Is that Princess Nyx?"

"She’s back from the king’s brother’s domain?"

"She’s even more stunning than the rumors said..."

Lucas remained still as she walked directly toward him, every step sending waves through the training ground’s energy like the calm before a storm. Her gaze was locked on him. That same look she always had—pretty, unreadable, and just a little dangerous.

He stood and bowed respectfully, not too deep to look like a fool, but low enough to show courtesy. "What did I do to deserve your presence?" he asked with a small, crooked smile.

Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she responded, "Good morning, Xavier," her lips curling into a mischievous smile that could disarm a war general.

Lucas smirked inwardly but kept his expression composed. "Why does she always look at me like that?" he wondered. "Beautiful... but cunning. Like a fox in royal silk."

"Good morning, my Princess," he replied aloud, straightening as she came to stand beside him.

She gestured slightly, and they both took seats on a nearby bench, the training noise starting to pick up again—but only barely. Many students still cast jealous glances their way, jaws clenched, eyes narrowed. Some of them were probably princes or nobles themselves, furious that a commoner like "Xavier" was sharing a moment with royalty.