Orsa
Kai and I fell into somewhat of a routine for the next few days. He’d meet me outside my chambers in the morning. Together we walked towards the barracks for training and afterwards we’d stroll back to breakfast together.
‘Courting,’ Mama and Leela called it. I had been strictly instructed to call Queen Tasmina Mama, and I was over the moon.
I sparred with Kai two more times that week. He was quick, agile. His fighting style matched Alaric’s. Lucien was more of a brawler, relying on brute strength over speed. Thorin and Viggo… well, they were most certainly something, I just hadn’t decided on what. But what they lacked in raw skill and talent, they made up for in their ability to try. Those men never stopped working, trying to improve. It was something I respected. Their birthda
