Vivian Aruviel (the surname given to all orphans born in Aruviel's kingdom) was currently overseeing the training of the newest recruits to the royal army. They were scrawny, but she and the royal general were sure to fix that in no time. By the end of the week, these recruits would curse her with every fiber of her being. But they will be strong, she thought to herself with a small smile as she saw the soldiers-to-be going through sword exercises. Viv directed her gaze to the left where one recruit was tense. "Loosen your wrist, soldier!" she barked at the man, startling him into dropping the sword. "Not that loose!" yelled one of the soldier's companions as the man hastily recovered and sank back into his position. Vivian snorted at the comment, but tried not to let it show on her face and instead turned her gaze to the companion. "Focus, recruit!" She said, narrowing her eyes at him. The man quickly straightened up and went back to his drills as Viv turned around to the front of the courtyard, her medium-length brown hair slightly matted from the training session she has been directing all afternoon. For a brief moment, Vivian wondered as to where his highness was. Typically, she was always aware of where the Prince was, but today she was called in early to see to the new recruits' first day of training.