VAELDRIC'S POV
"Third Place... Lady Seraphina Vermont."
The announcer's voice still echoed throughout the arena. Even before the results were announced, I already knew this wouldn't end well for me. My concentration had shattered the moment I caught a glimpse of someone who looked like Lysara while I was shooting.
Though I couldn't use that as an excuse. The truth was I simply hadn't been prepared for any of this. I had never imagined I'd be competing against Seraphina.
What kind of husband doesn't even know his own wife is participating in a shooting competition? Even if it was only a charity event.
I stood beneath the podium without truly hearing the applause that filled the Royal Training Ground. My eyes were fixed on only one person. Seraphina.
She stood on the third-place podium
