1 MONTH LATER:
The morning air was crisp when I found Kael in the courtyard.
He stood near the training grounds, arms crossed as he watched a group of young warriors spar beneath Orion’s watchful—and loudly critical—eye. The clash of wooden practice blades echoed through the open space, punctuated by Orion’s occasional shout.
“Your feet!” Orion barked.
“Unless you plan on falling over dramatically in battle, I suggest you move them!”
Kael chuckled quietly to himself.
Gods… he looked good in his sparring clothes…
I leaned against one of the stone pillars for a moment, watching him before he noticed me. The morning light caught in his black hair, and something warm stirred in my chest the same way it always did. Even after everything we had been through, he still managed to look like
