SAGE POV.
I had assumed Roman would take me back to the training field, the same place where I had humiliated myself just days ago. Instead, he led me straight to the academy kitchens.
A few yawning maids paused mid-task the moment we stepped inside.
“Alpha Roman,” they said as they bowed.
He gave a curt nod, then turned to a woman pouring water into an iron kettle. “There is no need to send hot water to my chambers this morning,” he said briskly.
She looked up, puzzled. “But Alpha—”
“He will see to it,” Roman said, tilting his head toward me.
I blinked. “I will?”
Roman didn’t spare me a glance. “He is in need of proper training.”
The maid hesitated, then passed me the first kettle, which was as heavy and steaming.
“And what part of carrying boiling water prepares me to face the
