Weapons
Dressed in a pair of Aeryl’s loose trousers, Irenya walked toward the training ground, the events of yesterday racing each other through her head. The afternoon memory lingered, sweet as new honey. Carved out of a shocked and alarming day, she had seen the man in him; she had laughed and talked and played with him. In stark contrast, she had also witnessed the archprince …
A shadow suddenly appeared at her side.
‘Ahh! Julis. You gave me a fright. Where did you spring from?’
‘Meia’s greetings, princess.’ His voice was sombre. ‘Lesson one, you will not see friend or foe if you daydream while you walk.’
‘I suppose not. Well, let’s get on with it.’
‘Such enthusiasm. You will enjoy this training. I shall give you my all. Come, this way.’ He took her arm and towed her across the sq
