Chapter 24 {The Second Princess Misfit At The Training Ground }

• Meanwhile, back in the palace. Princess Fiona sat regally on her majestic chair, overseeing the warriors engaged in a competitive battle on the training ground.
• The warriors assumed their battle-ready stances, weapons gripped tightly in their hands. Mark's commanding voice cut through the air, echoing across the training ground, "Begin!"
• A collective grunt echoed from the warriors as they surged forward, charging toward their designated opponents. The clash of metal against metal and the rhythmic thud of boots on the training ground created an illusion of a real battlefield. Each warrior moved with calculated intensity, showcasing their prowess in a choreographed dance of combat.