Amara’s POV
The training grounds were drenched with dew, and the morning air was icy and harsh. As I stepped outside, my boots crunching on the frozen grass, I tightened my cloak. Kian and Rowan were already waiting. They were standing on opposing ends of the field, their eyes meeting in challenge rather than hello.
They hadn't exchanged any words. Not since the ceremony. Not since I acknowledged that I was unsure of my true desires.
I inhaled deeply before moving between them. "So... let’s start."
Kian nodded briefly and moved forward while examining my stance. "Form first. Show me what you remember."
Rowan folded his arms. Without actual combat, she won't get better. She requires pressure. Not drills for form.
Kian avoided eye contact with him. "And if her stance is a mess, she won
