KILLIAN
The training ground was alive with sound... training was going on. To anyone else, it was routine. To me, it was noise. Background noise to the only thing that kept my gaze fixed,
Her...Freya.
She stood near the center of the ring, sunlight catching in her hair, laughter spilling from her lips as she stumbled through a sparring stance. The head warrior, Gareth, was beside her, too close, his arm brushing hers as he corrected her footing. She leaned in, smiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
I should have been moving, correcting warriors, asserting my presence as always. Instead, I was rooted to the spot, fists tight at my sides, pulse hammering like I’d just run a battle.
Every shift in her expression pulled at me. Every flicker of her smile lit somethi
