Chapter 28: Territories and Bonds
[Pov: Aziz]
After we returned to the palace, that same night, we took Sofia’s carriage — the very same one we used when we walked through the city — and went back to the house where I was born.
The journey was silent. Almost ritualistic, as if the world outside had quieted to watch us cross the time I was leaving behind.
At that moment, something inside me closed, like a door that would never be opened again.
And, before me, five years rose like a road with no return.
Five long years of intense, exhausting... and transformative training.
Honestly, I almost regretted having asked my mother and Isis to train me seriously that time.
Just remembering how my beloved mother — and my beautiful servant — became so obstinate and relentless... gives me chills.
Especially Isis.
Actually, I think she was overly enthusiastic about the role of trainer.
I got hit more than I trained.