Returning to the castle, Kai made sure no one saw them in that state. He would have spilled blood if any of his men had sniffed his wife's arousal scent. Not that he cared to be shirtless around, only for his wife's comfort and damn, her beautiful legs were exposed.
After washing her in the bathtub, he helped prepare her for training.
"I'll be watching you and Arkilla today," Kai said as he gently braided Ren's hair.
"Hmm. Arkilla's gotten strict lately. Don't blame her if I fall or get hurt."
Kai narrowed his eyes. "Is she hurting you?"
"What? Why in the world would you assume that?" Ren scoffed. "I just said, 'Don't blame her.'"
Kai snorted. "Fine. I promise not to blame her. But one bruise on you, and she's paying for it."
Ren huffed, fuming. Arkilla was doing this for her sake. Everyone in this land moved insanely fast, they were shifters, after all, made of magic itself. If she slacked off or ditched real training, she'd be the one left behind.
