“Excited, huh? I hope that look stays on your face as we go on,” Lucas commented.
Lylah bowed deeply, wearing a bright smile. “Thank you, oh great Lord Lucas!”
Lucas’s face remained stoic. “Get back to your chamber. I’ll let you know when training begins, but for now…” He tossed her a dagger, and she caught it swiftly. “Get used to that. Learn it. Master it until it becomes part of you.”
Lylah gazed down at the dagger with a smile, her eyes lingering on every detail. It was crafted from fine, sharp moonsteel; its hilt wrapped in black leather. It was slightly heavy, but with enough practice, she was sure it would feel light in her hand.
She looked up to thank him, but he was gone—as if he had never been there.
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{OUTSIDE THE PALACE... INN}
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”
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