"Well, this is a surprise. Do you trust so easily?" Petne asked as he followed Alia into her room. His voice was casual, but there was an underlying curiosity.
Alia was a sight to behold—an exotic beauty with a striking figure. Her black hair flowed perfectly down her back, and though she was slim, her body was strong, shaped by years of training. Unlike the other women in his life, she carried herself with a certain sharpness, her features as refined as her sword.
Her sword intent radiated from her, barely contained by the enchanted robes she wore to suppress it.
'What a talent!' Petne thought, admiring her quietly.
'Master, train this woman without holding back anything,' came the enthusiastic voice of Athina in his mind, urging him.
'Naturally,' he replied, his eyes never leaving Alia.
