•| KAIDEN
She’s late. A minute late.
I used my sword to draw patterns on the floor while watching my warriors train like their life depended on it. Actually, their lives depended on it. They are in bad shape, and all because my “loving” father stopped them from training because he felt they were already strong enough, and I was pushing them too hard.
There was no doubt he was trying to push me to the edge, but it’s funny how he still hadn’t known me after all these years.
I stood to my feet and walked around the training ground, scrutinizing the warriors with my gaze. Some stiffened under my gaze, clearly scared of which mistake I was going to point out next. Others trained like their life depended on it, expecting a compliment.
I sighed and turned. Then I saw her. Walking toward us,
