Next day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the training grounds, Amara pushed herself harder, her strikes and movements fluid and precise. The training ground was a place of solace for her, a realm where she could hone her skills and maintain control over her life. Today, she was engrossed in mastering a new set of fight techniques, the exertion providing a welcome distraction from the complexities of her world.
Suddenly, one of her guards approached, his demeanor urgent yet respectful. "Miss, Alessandro Romano is here, and he wants to see you."
Amara froze, her heart skipping a beat. Alessandro Romano, the man she had made it abundantly clear to that their marriage was nothing more than a strategic alliance, was here unannounced. She locked eyes with the gu
