His innocent weakness
Between family and something else entirely.
I found her in the courtyard two nights later.
She was alone, training again long after everyone else had gone inside.
The moonlight washed her skin pale, her hair damp with sweat. She moved like she was trying to fight ghosts, every strike sharp and desperate.
I stayed in the shadows, watching, my breath caught in my throat. I knew I should leave. Every second was a risk. But my feet refused to move.
She must have sensed me, because she froze, her knife poised mid-air. Her eyes scanned the dark, and then God help me they landed on me.
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