Chapter 43

Aros struggled with the growing tension in his chest, the thoughts of Seraphina swirling around in his mind. He knew he couldn't let this distraction consume him. She was a witch, and he was supposed to be focused on his mission. But the thought of her, of how she made him feel, refused to leave. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath, trying to banish all thoughts of her from his mind.

"Focus, Aros," he muttered to himself. He needed to clear his head.

He made his way to the training field, the sound of his boots hitting the earth steady and rhythmic. The cool air whipped against his face, and he felt the weight of his armor pressing down on him. His training was supposed to bring him relief, to erase all thoughts of Seraphina. But it was easier said than done.