Vincenzo's POV
When I got to the training grounds, which wasn't even half the size of the grounds in my palace, I can't say I liked the sight in front of me.
Nora and my brother were sword-fighting with wooden swords, both dressed in leather pants and a plain shirt. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail to not get in her way and she moved with the flexibility of a professional knight that even Silas, my first-in-command, seemed to be surprised by it.
Either way, they both seemed to be having a fun time. Grins on their faces mixed with tiredness and yet, they wouldn't stop duelling.
Seeing her smile like that made me happy but seeing her smile like that at someone that wasn't me made me jealous- Although, I would never admit that aloud.
"Oh? Vince. Hello."
I crossed my arms when Nora handed the sword to my brother and came running towards me, the frown instantly dissipating from my face, being replaced by none other than a small smile.