the reluctant prince of rebirth

The gentle glow of the morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Rein's room as he stretched lazily, savoring the rare peace. Two weeks had passed since his conversation with his mother, Lady Elena, about his plans to strengthen himself. It hadn't been easy to convince her to allow him to train with the knights, but persistence and reason had won her over.

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Are you sure about this, Rein?" she had asked with a worried expression. "You're still so young. What if you hurt yourself?"

Rein had smiled at her, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her concerns. "I know you're worried, but I need to be ready for whatever life throws at me, Mother. I promise to be careful."

Reluctantly, she had agreed, and now here he was, lacing up his boots, ready for another day at the training grounds.

The First Day of Training the knights were already assembled when Rein arrived on his first day. The clanking of armor and the deep, resonant sound of swords clashing filled the air.

The knights stopped to glance at the small boy standing before them, his determination evident despite his small stature.

"Prince Rein?" Sir Aldric, the grizzled captain of the guard, raised an eyebrow. "What brings you to the training grounds?"

"I want to train," Rein said firmly, meeting the man's gaze. "I need to build my strength."

A murmur passed through the group. It wasn't common for a prince—especially one as young as Rein—to show interest in physical training.

The knights exchanged doubtful glances.

Sir Aldric crossed his arms. "This isn't a playground, Your Highness. Training is grueling work, not suited for a boy of your age."

Rein's jaw tightened. "Then I'll prove I can handle it. Let me run with you today, just once. If I can't keep up, I won't waste your time again."

Sir Aldric smirked, clearly expecting the boy to give up after a lap or two. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Pushing Through the PainThe first lap around the training grounds had been deceptively easy. The second left his legs burning, and by the third, his lungs felt as if they were on fire. Sweat dripped down his face, soaking through his shirt, but Rein refused to stop.

"Not bad for a little prince," one knight muttered as Rein stumbled but quickly regained his footing.

By the end of the session, he was sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Despite the fatigue, a small smile crept onto his face. He had done it. He had proven he wouldn't quit.

Over the next week, Rein established a routine. He ran with the knights every morning, slowly increasing his stamina. Afterward, he lifted weights, his small hands gripping the iron as he pushed through the strain. Though initially reserved, the knights began to warm up to him.

"You've got grit, I'll give you that," Sir Aldric admitted one morning, handing Rein a waterskin. "Most kids your age wouldn't last a day."

Rein grinned as he drank deeply. "I'll need more than grit to get stronger. Teach me how to fight."

Sir Aldric chuckled. "One step at a time, Your Highness. Build your foundation first."

Bonding with the KnightsBy the end of the second week, Rein had earned the respect of many knights. They started sharing tips, correcting his form during exercises, and even sparring lightly with him during breaks.

"Lift with your legs, not your back," one knight advised as Rein struggled to hoist a heavy weight.

"Keep your head up when you run," another chimed in.

The camaraderie was a new experience for Rein. In his past life, he had always been surrounded by people who sought to use him for their own gain.

Here, the knights treated him as an equal—not because of his title, but because he had earned their respect.

The Second Family DinnerThe time for the biweekly dinner with King Alaric and his children arrived once again. This time, Lady Elena stayed back in their quarters, giving Rein a reassuring smile as she helped him adjust his formal attire.

"Remember, Rein, you don't need to prove yourself to anyone tonight. Just be yourself," she said softly.

Rein nodded, though he knew the dinner was an opportunity to observe his siblings further. He entered the dining hall to find his father already seated at the head of the long, ornate table, his imposing presence filling the room.

The other princes and princesses were arriving one by one. First came Marcus, the eldest, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone like a hawk searching for prey. Seraphina entered next, her elegant demeanor and cool smile giving nothing away.

Darius followed, his heavy steps and clenched fists a testament to his barely contained temper.

Amara arrived shortly after, her kind smile hiding the ambition lurking in her eyes. Leopold and Victor trailed behind, the former with his nose in a book and the latter casting nervous glances around the room.

Isolde arrived last, her adventurous spirit evident in the faint dirt smudged on her shoes. Rein smirked—she had probably been sneaking out again.

Rein took his seat quietly, listening as his siblings exchanged pleasantries with their father.

Dynamics at the TableThe meal began with King Alaric addressing each child, inquiring about their progress in various endeavors.

"Marcus, how goes your work with the military?" the king asked.

"Excellent, Father," Marcus replied smoothly. "The new recruits show promise, though they lack discipline. I'll ensure they're ready for war should the need arise."

Seraphina was next. "The court remains stable, Father. I've handled the recent dispute between the western lords and ensured their loyalty to the crown."

Darius grunted when it was his turn. "The training grounds are… adequate. Though I'd prefer more challenging opponents."

Amara spoke softly about her charitable work, while Leopold and Victor gave brief updates about their studies.

When it was Isolde's turn, she offered a bright smile. "I've been exploring the city markets, Father. The commoners have so many stories to share—it's fascinating!"

King Alaric frowned. "You've been sneaking out again, haven't you? Isolde, you need to stop behaving like a wayward child."

"But Father—"

"No buts," Alaric said firmly. "You are a princess. Start acting like one."

Isolde pouted but didn't argue further.

When Alaric's gaze fell on Rein, the room grew quiet.

"And you, Rein? What have you been up to?"

Rein met his father's eyes steadily. "I've been training with the knights, Father. Building my strength."

A flicker of surprise crossed Alaric's face, followed by a nod of approval. "Good. It's about time you learned the value of hard work."

Rein's ObservationsAs the meal continued, Rein studied his siblings closely. Marcus exuded authority, speaking with the confidence of someone who already saw himself as king.

Seraphina's calculated responses hinted at her deep understanding of court politics. Darius was a blunt instrument, but his physical prowess was undeniable.

Amara's gentle demeanor belied her ambition, while Leopold's intelligence and Victor's quiet resolve revealed untapped potential.

Isolde, with her adventurous spirit, seemed disconnected from the political machinations of the family, though Rein suspected there was more to her than met the eye.

Rein realized that each of his siblings posed a unique challenge. If he was to survive—and thrive—in this family, he needed to be prepared for anything.

Planning for the FutureAfter dinner, Rein returned to his room, his mind racing with thoughts. His training with the knights had strengthened his body, but he knew it was only the beginning.

He needed to continue learning, not just about combat but about the intricacies of palace politics and the power struggles between his siblings.

Standing by the window, Rein gazed out at the sprawling palace grounds. The path ahead was daunting, but he felt a spark of determination.

"I'll surpass them all," he murmured. "Not out of hatred or greed, but because I have to. For my mother, for myself… and for this kingdom."

With a deep breath, Rein turned away from the window, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.