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CHAPTER 465
~Zara's POV~
The training field behind the east wing of the estate was quiet when I arrived—just the soft rustle of wind brushing through the tall hedges and the dull thud of my boots on the compacted dirt.
The space was wide and open, ringed with wooden dummies, target posts, and a few scattered weapon stands.
Siona was already there, dressed in her usual midnight-black sparring gear that clung to her like a second skin.
Her twin swords were sheathed across her back, and her long, white braid swung lightly behind her as she turned to face me.
"You're late," she said without looking at a clock. Her voice was calm, clipped, and precise as always.
I shrugged. "Blame Snow."