[Zane’s POV]
I was ready in my white shirt and black breeches for my sword fighting training. I wore black incomplete gloves, a black belt and black leather boots. I deliberately unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my chest.
I let my hair mess around loosely. Irene liked my ponytail. She said it made me look elegant, but when in bed, she would be the first to untie my hair. I knew my frivolous fringes were one of her weaknesses. I looked at myself in the mirror. “Perfect.”
It had been half an hour since she left. She should be here any time now. I grabbed my sword and headed to leave the tent when Irene entered. She gaped at me from top to bottom and gulped. “W-what are you wearing?”
“Clothes. Since you said you wouldn’t practise with me so I will do it alone or I will ask some soldier to
