Training With Wives (3)

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The palace training grounds were bustling with activity. Birds chirped in the trees, palace staff occasionally wandered through to steal glances, and Argider sat awkwardly on a bench, nibbling on a piece of fruit. She was flanked by Elira, who was busy flipping through a book on advanced mana theory, and Kian, who clung to her side, clearly enjoying the impromptu sparring session that was about to unfold.

Out in the clearing stood Faeralys and Fialova, both crackling with magical energy. Faeralys's flames flickered around her hands, an extension of her growing frustration, while Fialova's lightning sparked intermittently, a testament to her barely contained amusement.

"I don't see why this is necessary," Faeralys muttered, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I've already proven my capabilities."