POV: Luna
The week fell into a routine.
Classes. Princess protection duty. More classes. More protection.
It was exhausting.
But there was one bright spot.
Cole.
He'd scheduled private combat lessons for me three times a week. Officially to help me stay sharp while managing my new responsibilities.
Unofficially? It was our time together.
"Again," Cole said, circling me on the training mat.
I lunged forward, aiming for his shoulder.
He blocked easily and countered with a sweep at my legs.
I jumped, twisted mid-air, and landed behind him.
"Better," he said. "You're getting faster."
"I have a good teacher."
"Flattery will get you everywhere."
He moved closer, his hand brushing my arm. Even that simple touch made my heart race.
Through our bond, I felt his affection. His desire
