Cleo
Chloe was already awake when we arrived.
“How was training?” She asked.
“Good,” I replied as Duncan went to check his herbs. “Duncan is going to give us private self-defense lessons instead of us going to morning training.”
“Sounds fun,” she said and rolled her eyes. “What time is that?”
“Six thirty,” Duncan called as he swished around the herbs. “Same time as morning training.”
“What?” Chloe groaned. “Can’t we do like eight?”
“No ma’am,” he chuckled.
“Ugh! Cleo you’re the Queen, he’ll start whenever you tell him too,” she whined.
“Sorry Clo,” I chuckled. “If the trainer says six thirty, it’s six thirty.”
“But we’re royal,” she said. “We never had to do self-defense or go to training before.”
“And maybe if we had,” I answered quietly. “We
