POV: Nyxara
The morning sun felt like an accusation against my skin. I stood in the training grounds, my hands still trembling from the night before. The memory of those silver flames, the council's judgment, and Veyr's cold dismissal burned hotter than any fire I could summon.
"I need to learn how to fight," I said, my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my chest.
Zephyr crossed his arms, his gray eyes scanning me like I was a puzzle he couldn't solve. "You want combat training?"
"My uncle is coming to kill me. I'm not going to stand there and wait for it like I did the first time." The words tasted bitter. I'd been helpless once.
Veyr scoffed from where he leaned against the stone wall. "You think a few days of training will make you ready to face a trained assassin?"
"Then gi
