The next morning, the sun rose bright over the palace.
The Trio met the Princes at the edge of the flat green fields.
Leon stood there with his fake, charming smile again.
“So,” Leon called out.
“From tomorrow, we start practicing for Polo.
Are you three ready?”
She was already mentally calculating how to ride a horse while swinging a mallet.
“One question,” Aira asked, looking at the massive field.
“Who exactly are we competing against?
Is it just the palace guards?”
Leon laughed.
“Good question.
Anyone can play if they have a team of eight.
Some teams come from the nearby cities, and others are made of the highest-ranking nobles and their sons.
It’s a massive tournament.”
Aira, Ria, and Kael shared a look.
This wasn’t just a friendly game; it was going to be a chaotic battlefield on horseback with teams coming from all over the region.
Kael whispered to Ria, “I hope these city boys know how to stay in the saddle when a Northern horse starts charging.”