After witnessing the shocking death of his mother, young Airen Farreira does not scream. He does not seek revenge. He does not train until his bones break.
He sleeps.
Sleep is his escape. Sleep is his hiding place. While the world expects the son of a noble house to become a swordsman, Airen closes his eyes and dreams. The other nobles mock him. The servants whisper behind his back. They call him “the lazy lord.”
Airen has no intention of changing.
Then one day, he awakens from a dream about a mysterious swordsman. A warrior whose blade moved like lightning. Whose spirit burned like fire. Whose presence in Airen’s sleep felt more real than the waking world.
Something inside him shifts.
For the first time in years, Airen wants to move. He wants to train. He wants to hold a sword not because his family demands it, but because a dream showed him what he could become.
The lazy lord picks up a blade.
And the world will never be the same.
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