I stand outside my little shack with my suitcase, a bag of books, a bag of materials, and a wooden sword. I’d like to think I don’t have a child’s toy attached to my hip, but I do.
I glance over my shoulder at Cerulean. “Is this really necessary? Will I even continue training if the queen is just going to find you a wife?”
“Ha! I’ve already made up my mind. I will have no other woman,” he says. He comes over to me and lightens the load by taking some of the bags. I let myself really soak in what he’s said. ‘He wants me, and no one else. So why am I so worried about this?’
“But do I really need to sword fight? What am I going to do? Challenge the queen?” I joke.
He turns to me with a blank stare. “That’s a great idea. Why didn’t I think of that?” he asks.