“As you wish, if you don’t want the training, that is fine; however, as a member of the Royal House, as you soon will be, you will be expected to follow the rules of the court.” Elizabeth stated matter-of-factly, “The offer is there. I assumed you would enjoy Miles’s company, but suit yourself.”
Buck's jaw tightened, his pride warring with the practical part of him that recognised the value in what Elizabeth offered. Training with a royal guard would undoubtedly improve his skills, but accepting would mean acknowledging his defeat wasn't a fluke.
Phoebe stepped forward, her diplomatic instincts sensing the need to intervene before her son's stubbornness created a more permanent rift. "Buck would be honoured to train with Miles," she said smoothly. "We appreciate the princess thinking of
