Alistair's POV

The crisp noise of fists meeting forearms, the faint thuds of feet shifting across the compacted soil, and the occasional burst of soft laughter drift through the grounds long before I step into view.

I expect to find Freya in the eastern wing, but I don’t anticipate what greets me.

There she is, in the middle of a sparring match with Kael, moving as though the fight is a natural extension of herself. It’s not just that she’s ...