Instead of walking towards the palace, Aylin sauntered towards the arena at the back of the palace, ignoring the looks of sympathy the men were giving her. She did not glance at the maids who had stopped to stare at her as she made her way towards the arena. Her patience was wearing thin on finding all their gazes at her, and she wanted to let out all her pent-up frustration from the past few days.
The training was in progress, and the warriors were sparring with each other while a few were practicing alone. As soon as they noticed their Commander, everyone halted in their places, stunned to see her here. They had never expected her to return here this quickly.
Amidst the shock, a sense of admiration for her filled their hearts, and they welcomed her warmly with a smile. Contrary to their expectations, their Commander did not even glance at them and walked past them with her head held high. Her face was stern and expressionless, and the men were stunned by her cold behavior.
