Kassian swung with his sword, switching from one position to another, keeping his blade and his body perfectly balanced. Moving through the familiar motions and focusing on the strain in his muscles made his mind relax more than anything.
Still, even that wasn’t working for the past four days. No matter how much he practiced with the sword, the usual calm and clarity wouldn’t come. Instead, his anger resurfaced and his frustration made him clumsy. Even his soldiers kept away as he increased the speed of his slashes and the strength of each hit aimed at the dummy.
“Your Highness! Your Highness!”
Kassian let the sword fall by his side, panting as he glared at the target one more time. Turning to face the person shouting for him, he watched as Blaine stopped a few steps away from the dummy
