Elysia had seen many things since arriving at this castle—strange customs, political power plays, even Malvoria's possessiveness reaching new and infuriating heights—but nothing quite compared to the sheer brutality of watching Malvoria train her soldiers.
At first, she had been merely intrigued. She had always known Malvoria was strong, had felt it in every touch, every grip, every single time the queen had thrown her dominance into a conversation.
But this? This was something else entirely.
Malvoria wasn't training her soldiers. She was breaking them.
One after another, they fell—sent flying, slammed into the ground, knocked out of breath before they could even register the movement that had defeated them.
It was as if Malvoria were playing a game where the only rule was to remind them how much stronger she was.
And gods, was she enjoying it.
Elysia had been watching in silence, arms crossed, mildly entertained despite herself, until she saw it.
