Chapter 12 – Test of Blades and Bondage
She taught with pain.
I learned with moans.
By the third day of training, I'd stopped counting bruises.
The courtyard had become familiar— sun-baked stone, sweat-stained mats, and the constant ache in muscles I never knew existed. It didn't feel like punishment anymore.
It felt like initiation.
Seraphine wasn't just teaching me to fight. She was teaching me to listen. To submit. To survive by surrendering, not because I was weak—but because I knew she was stronger.
[Quest Active: Master Widow's Wrath – Session 3/5 Completed]
[Bond Progress: Seraphine Dawnhart – 9% → 12%]
She circled me like a predator pacing a kill.
Her steps were slow, deliberate. Like she was stalking prey—not teaching.I felt the heat coming off her in waves.Her armor glinted with sweat. I could see the dip of her cleavage through her vest, the slick curve of her abdomen flexing with each breath.My mouth was dry. My system was overheating.
"Feet wrong again," she said flatly.