“Is the training ground ready?” I questioned Tristan an hour later after he came back into the villa office. I had showered, dressed, fed, and strolled to the office to look at the pending grounds. I felt so alive that it put me in a good mood.

“We are doing the final touches, Your Highness.” Tristan’s response felt forced.

“What is it, Tristan?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“What if you have a blackout again, Your Highness?” His ...