The wind was gentle, brushing past Adina's hair as she walked beside Mason. It was late afternoon, and she was already feeling tired from the walk, which was unusual, but Thessara did say it was one of the side effects of the spell.
Adina sighed internally. She had tried her best not to dwell on the fact that a woman like Elara, who had it all—the power, authority, title, beauty—would go through means like this, all for what?
"—-You don't mind, right?" Mason asked, his eyes on her, waiting.
Adina blinked, confused. "Umm…I didn't catch that," she said.
Mason stared at her for a brief second, then nodded. "I said his majesty is caught up in work right now, and since you've been cooped up in Thessara's nest all day, you don't mind coming to the training grounds, right? I have some business to attend to there. It won't take time, though. But if you don't want to, I'll escort you to your room, and you can—"
