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CHAPTER 465
~Zara's POV~
The training field behind the east wing of the estate was quiet when I arrived—just the soft rustle of wind brushing through the tall hedges and the dull thud of my boots on the compacted dirt.
The space was wide and open, ringed with wooden dummies, target posts, and a few scattered weapon stands.
Siona was already there, dressed in her usual midnight-black sparring gear that clung to her like a second skin.
Her twin swords were sheathed across her back, and her long, white braid swung lightly behind her as she turned to face me.
"You're late," she said without looking at a clock. Her voice was calm, clipped, and precise as always.
I shrugged. "Blame Snow."
Siona rolled her eyes and tossed a towel to the side. "Of course. Men are good for many things, but punctuality isn't one of them when it comes to keeping their spouses early."
I chuckled. "And an important meeting we had with Lord Sterling."
