The 200-Year Bride Swap
Too risky.
Needing a distraction, I head to the training grounds. The soldiers are mid-session, sparring in pairs, their movements sharp and controlled. My eyes are drawn to Alicia immediately. She’s in the ring, sparring with Edgar, my Delta and one of my more experienced fighters. She’s quick, her movements fluid, almost graceful.
I knew from the training reports that she has joined the warriors these last two days, but I’ve never seen her in action. Those damn reports we pulled on her before the wedding never mentioned her being such an accomplished fighter, or even having had any training in combat at all.