28.

The Ambaram

She didn’t expect what she saw next as she gawked at the scene spellbound and breathless. Her initial fears of it being one of Henry’s men subsidize. The insecurities of getting discovered in the heart of the Ambaram as the princess of Alvar but not Arnold’s woman desisted. No potential harm will come on her in this presence as it didn’t come to haunt but heal the wounds that are carved deeply in her soul. Stupefied, she saw him moving with a fluidity that might put the gentle strokes of the silent river to shame. His sword was a completely different case. The sharp edges cut through the air with ferocity causing the invisible element to swish and scream in anxiousness. The point of the sword stabs the unseen enemy with a force that might break through the spine of a bulky being if they were present in real. His wrists twisted skillfully when they mechanically swung the weapon as if have grown up playing with it. The sword was heavy, yet he lifted it with such ease as if h