Lylah stepped into the barracks, nervousness and excitement washing over her.
With a small smile, she watched the warriors train hard under the sun. Their swords flashed against each other, meeting with sparks as the warriors' eyes burned with determination.
There were barely any females among them—two, no, just three out of so many warriors!
Females were mostly seen as breeders, wives meant to stay at home and care for their offspring. They were regarded as fragile, something to be protected.
But Lylah didn’t dream of that life. She wanted to be on the battlefield, fighting to protect her people while her sister ruled.
Just the thought of it bought a sense of tranquility to every fiber of her being.
She glanced at the scroll in her hand—the one Lord Lucas had sent a maid to give her
