Returning to Lyra and the others, Celina noticed Vlad standing among them. She had assumed he would have returned to his palace as usual.
Raising a brow, she asked...
"Are you planning on spending the night in the elves' village?"
He looked confused. There was no way he could spend the night there. He had to return, but not without Celina. He stepped closer to her, flashing a glare at Clyde.
Clyde instinctively stepped back, sweat forming on his brow.
"Don't ever come close to my daughter..."
"Ah, my apologies sir-huh? Daughter?" Clyde asked, startled. But Vlad ignored him, turning his attention to Celina instead.
"Let's head back home, we have to start training"
"Training? For what?" Celina frowned. She thought she was finally free from gruelling training. The void had been hell, and its effect still lingered in her bones. She wanted nothing to do with swords or even wooden branches anymore.
