In a secluded courtyard of the Gremory castle, Romonus practiced a simple spell, his small hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. A soft breeze responded to his gestures, rustling the nearby flowers.
Unseen by Romonus, a servant, Thomas, watched from a distance. Thomas's eyes widened as he realized the young master's actions weren't mere child's play.
Thomas hurried to inform Romonus's father, Duke Gremory. "Milord, I think you should know something about young Master Romonus," Thomas said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Duke Gremory's expression turned curious. "What is it, Thomas?"
Thomas hesitated before speaking, "I've seen Master Romonus practicing... magic. He's only four, milord."
The duke's eyes narrowed, intrigued by the revelation. What did this mean for Romonus's future?