The day at the academy had stretched longer than expected, but the evening promised something different, something more personal.
Pyris made his way toward the training grounds, where Arabella would be waiting, his thoughts still flickering between his upcoming plans for the Legacies and the alluring images of Selara Moonveil that lingered in his mind.
But for now, his focus was on Arabella, the woman who had become his sparring partner in more ways than one.
When Pyris entered the training grounds, Arabella was already engrossed in her routine, her form elegant yet powerful as she struck the training dummy with precision. Her skin glistened with sweat, muscles taut, and her movements sharp.
She had helped him improve since their last session, and Pyris couldn't help but feel a flicker of pride watching her practice.
Arabella paused, sensing his presence. She wiped her brow and turned to face him, her breath still heavy from exertion.
