ROYAL BLOOD
She leaned on the railings, watching Racheal practice sword fighting with the commander of the guards.
Someone leaned beside her, with a cold face, icy glare, and blue crystal gaze that cuts sharp. Aura unswervingly, long, lean fingers crossing around the railings. The feminine energy of a thousand soldiers marching to war—it was Jazell.
"You look pale." Jazell said her gaze was fixed on Racheal, who was sword fighting on the mini field between the two buildings in the inner court.
"Is it showing on my face? It must be that bad then." Vashi also didn't raise her gaze. A chilly wind blew past, and her dark hair blew backwards, exposing her neck for a split second.