The training ground smelled like sweat and steel. Knights were swinging swords, grunting, shouting, and kicking up dust like some battlefield warm-up. Typical. Men with muscle for brains. But today, they weren't the only ones here.
I stood tall at the edge of the training ground, arms crossed, my long coat billowing slightly in the wind. Harland stood beside me, observing, as if trying to predict my next move. Nyx sat lazily at my feet, tail flicking idly, while Mina fidgeted behind me, clearly uneasy but wise enough to stay silent.
"My lady, this ground is only for knights. Not a noble lady like you," she whispered hesitantly.
I smirked. "Don't worry, Mina. You saw me fight in that alley. Did you forget?"
She swallowed hard and fell silent. Maybe she recalled the blood, the cracked bones, the sound of my fist connecting with flesh. Good.
Then, Harland stepped forward, his voice carrying across the training ground like a sharp command. "Gather!"