Alaric set Kresla down on her comfortable bed. She was a lot heavier than she looked. When she fell asleep on his back, all of her weight started to press him down. Kresla might’ve drooled a little bit on his shoulder pad, but he didn’t mind. He understood how tiring training can be, especially for a rising-in-power vassal.
He remembered how awful his first day of training was like, brutal and tiring. He remembered how his parents, the king and queen of the Illyrian Kingdom, brought him to a trainer at a young age. The trainer he had was the same one who trained his father. They put him in a sparring ring and left him in the care of his trainer. He remembered all those runs around the mountain base, swimming through rapids, and tackling many wild beasts for food. All those scorch
