Ember Frost's POV
“How do you feel?” my father asked, expressionless, the question sounding more like an assessment than a father’s care.
I forced myself to drop the playful tone I often slipped into and answered with careful composure, “Not bad.”
“Your Majesty, she performed admirably. With time, she will grow into a formidable warrior,” Orion said, his expression calm, almost too serious.
The exchange left me feeling strangely out of place, though thankfully neither of them seemed bothered.
“That’s good to hear! She will continue tomorrow. Thank you for sparing us a little time out of your busy schedule,” my mother said to him gently.
“It’s nothing, Your Majesty. It’s my honor to be her instructor,” he said with a formal bow of his head.
My father gave him a nod before we turned
