[Scene – Fourth day, sunset – Grand hall of the Riven estate]

Golden sunlight streams through the windows, casting long shadows.

Eivar walks slowly through the hall in his training clothes.

The instructors are gone.

The silence of the hall carries the weight of tomorrow.

There is a trace of confidence in Eivar’s gaze, but behind it, a hidden fear flickers.

Sarit enters the hall, smiling.

Sarit:

"It's over, Eivar.

You were incredible. All the instructors said hardly anyone learns this fast."

Eivar (softly, staring at the window):

"But... it's tomorrow, right? The ceremony?"

Sarit (standing beside him, gentle and kind):

"Yeah. But don’t be afraid. You’re ready. You’re stronger than all of them—

even if you don’t know it yet."

Eivar (a faint smile, though his eyes still brim with anxiety):

"Do you think... Prince Rashan is a good person?"

Sarit (pauses, then places a hand on Eivar’s shoulder):

"To be honest, no one really knows what he's like.

But no matter who he is, you’ve proven yourself—to yourself.

That means you’ll always be ahead of him."

[Scene – Night – Eivar’s room]

The room is lit by candlelight. Curtains are drawn. A gentle breeze brushes the window.

Eivar lies on the bed, hands on his chest, staring at the ceiling.

His heartbeat echoes in the silence.

Eivar (inner voice):

"Prince Rashan…

Some say he’s a heartless beast.

A ruthless man who would do anything for power.

Some say… he’s cursed.

Why me…?"

He takes a deep breath. His eyelids grow heavy.

Eivar (inner voice, fading):

"Maybe it’s all just rumors…

Maybe... no..."

His eyes close. His face still carries worry, but his breathing becomes steady.

[Final image: the candles burn quietly, and the wind gently stirs the window.

The night... breathes.]