Astrid's POV
After that congratulatory party, we went home the next day. The king and queen declare that the first batch can have a week's rest day while the last batch will prepare for that hellish training.
I look at my arms and laugh. "I can't believe a 15-day training can shape my biceps like this," I whispered, talking to myself while staring at the mirror. I raise my skirt and look at my legs as well.
That training makes me realize that a woman's body can be muscular because of intensive combat training. I look at my face in the mirror again.
"What if I look like a man, and my husband will surely… oh my!" I exclaimed in a controlled tone, then gulped. "And surely what, honey?" Prince Gregory speaks.
I turned around and saw him leaning on the pillar, watching me. I let go of my skirt and smile. "It's nothing, my love," I remarked.
