Falling in Love with the Sickly Young Master

Chapter 3

In his room, Roland dismissed the butler. The butler took his leave bowing slightly as Roland summoned the person hiding in the shadows - his personal shadow Ivan.

Ivan was a trained assassin highly skilled in martial arts and was an elegant beauty perfect for the role of the unknowing PA to the "Midnight Devil" but wasn't exactly up to par with his master in terms of all these things.

Ivan stepped out of the shadows clapping lightly, "Well, well, well, finally dropping the act young master? Are you ready to come out of the shadows hmmmmmm?" Ivan said leaning close like a lunatic when a sudden strike was sent flying forward hitting him square in the nose as he tumbled over losing his balance.

"Chill you've broken my perfect nose." Ivan said holding his bleeding nose while Roland just ignored him standing up from his wheelchair and walking effortlessly while flexing his muscles.

"Wow! someone's been training." Ivan said starry-eyed. "Wanna spar?" Roland said assuming a stance fists ready to strike as a slight grin played on his lips. "Sure." Ivan said ever ready assuming his own stance. "I'd like to see if I've beaten my young master yet." " You wish." Roland said striking a punch.

They kept exchanging blows destroying everything they came in contact with. It looked like a battlefield. "Aargh." Ivan shouted tapping on Roland's arm in surrender as Roland had him in a chokehold. "Hahahaha, you see, you can't beat me at least not anytime soon." Roland said feeling quite smug about himself as he sat back down on his wheelchair his confident posture disappearing almost instantly. Within seconds, the ruthless fighter was gone, replaced by the frail, sickly prince everyone knew.