Chapter hundred and nineteen: Don't look at me.
Rosemund stood by the railing and watch her brother keenly. It was raining. Raining didn't correctly describe the weather. It was a down pour with thunder and lightning yet Rosemund watched her brother fight most of his knights under the rain.
It's been a week since they were ambushed and all the king did was keep busy with kingdom affairs or work his knights to weary with his consistent training and drills.
She could see he was clearly in pain and keeping busy was how he could survive at all but Rosemund was getting the chills just watching him from the railings.
Rosemund watched as Alexander knocked down one his Knights. Normally, he would give his opponent a chance to get up on their feet but he just kept hitting the poor Knights shield until the knight rolled away and another knight replaced him.
