Disappointed when Morielle heard that the king appointed a special master trainer, Noollark, for the new recruits, she did not show it to the maidservant.
Now here she was on the semi-dark training field. The afternoon dark sky was giving off the same vibe and atmosphere from morning until afternoon as the heavy rain poured down.
She faced Noollark himself. He was a gigantic man of almost seven feet with burly arms, well-toned thighs and body. He was bald, a truly unconventional one for a Naim, as Naim men generally wore their hair in ponytails.
Maybe he just wants to be different, Morielle thought, staring up at the special master trainer’s almost orange eyes. They were feral that reminded her of the ragha she encountered, and he seemed to have a grim disposition. His thick violet li
