Scarlett's POV
The clang of steel rang through the courtyard, sharp as blades met. I watched as the warriors busied themselves, dedicated to training and friendly sparring. Morning sunlight spilled over them, their bare upper bodies glistening in the sun, sweat dripping down their skin—
"You're watching other men?" I paused, feeling Lucien's arm tighten around my waist, making me hiss as he touched the sore spot.
"f**k off, Lucien! You're breaking my waist!" I hissed and glared at him.
He immediately loosened his grip and apologized, gently massaging my waist. "Does it still hurt?"
I glared at him. "What do you think?"
He pouted but continued massaging my waist—since it eased the pain.
"You were staring at their naked bodies. Is my body not enough?" I heard him complain as we slowly
