Chapter Twelve
Amalie sat on a wooden bench in the courtyard watching a few of her men train with swords. The clang of metal swirled in the air and she soaked in the sounds. She’d always loved the feel of an estate at work. As a girl, she’d made a habit of escaping her tutors to watch her father’s men battle each other. She’d only picked up a sword a few times growing up, and it wasn’t until she’d reclaimed her father’s estate that John trained her with a bow.
Thinking of that time sent a stab of pain through her chest. She’d lied to Tyson. Her life had changed so drastically in the past years, but moving on from him had proven impossible.
She didn’t know why she treated him so poorly. In his presence, her anger gained the best of her.
Someone dropped onto the seat beside her, and she
