Isolde
The training field was noisy, filled with the sound of clashing weapons and the sharp orders of the elder warriors. Isolde kept her head down as she moved between the soldiers, distributing water and wiping down the training equipment.
The men didn’t speak to her, and she preferred it that way. It was better to be ignored than to be harassed.
She still wasn’t asked to heal any of them, and she wasn’t sure if that was a relief or an insult. Probably both.
Kael had not come to the field that day. She wondered why. She hated that she enjoyed watching him training with the soldiers, but she was starting to. Watching his muscles flex, his abs hard as he fought and trained was the highlight of her day sometimes.
One of the younger soldiers, barely more than a boy, took a cup from
