“AGAIN…”
“Shall we take a longer break, Lady Thalia?”
Thalia’s gaze shifted toward Lady Fayette, who sat atop a closed wooden crate. Fayette leaned slightly forward, her forehead resting against the hilt of a large sword planted firmly in the ground before her. Both of her hands clasped the handle as though drawing strength or comfort from it. Her knees were bent, one raised higher than the other, giving her a grounded yet fatigued posture.
“I apologize for dragging you here — for asking you to spend your time training in the art of swordplay,” Thalia genuinely stated.
Weeks had passed since Thalia had last come to visit Lady Fayette’s manor. What was meant to be a simple, friendly visit turned into a session of guidance and practice. This was because Count Darvan had learned the trut
