Chapter 058
DARIUS
I did not go directly to my chambers. Instead, I made my way to the training grounds, hoping to find Torren still there.
He was, practicing sword forms alone under the moonlight. When he saw me approaching, he raised an eyebrow.
"Late night training?" Torren asked.
"Join me," I requested simply.
Torren did not ask questions. He just picked up his practice sword and moved into position.
We engaged in a fight—not a real one, but the kind of sparring that allowed us to push ourselves physically while clearing our minds.
The familiar rhythm of attack and defense, the focus required to read your opponent's movements, the satisfaction of landing a clean hit.
But I could not maintain my focus.
My mind kept drifting back to Sebastian. To the way he had looked writhin
