The training ground was bustling with energy under the sharp glares of the morning sun. Arthur stood at the edge, overseeing the activity. His arms were crossed, his gaze unusually critical.

Everything annoyed him today. The heat from the sun. The smell of sweat mixed with dirt.

Even the damn way the wind changed direction.

But worst of all were his thoughts. He couldn't think straight.

How could he? He had just been handed the worst fate in a silver platter.

Her warm lavender scent still ...