“You’re late,” Declan said without turning to face her, the sun had already risen shining down on the courtyard, to her surprise there were no spectators today, she wondered if Declan had sent them away.
“I'm sorry but father came to see me,” she said quietly looking at his strong muscular back. Noticing how he filled it out nicely, the fabric of his dark brown tunic stretching around his biceps, her father's words returned to her, blushing lightly she looked away quickly,
“Excuses aren't allowed, princess… I would make you run four laps but I’ll let it slide this time,” he said
“Because I'm here to spar with you,” a bright confident voice said and Layana knew who it was before he even came into view.
Dressed in a forest green tunic and chocolate brown pants, Aren of Silver Mountain st
