Chapter 32: Princess Nyx in the Training ground
After he finished his breakfast, Lucas stood, dusted off his hands, and grabbed his cloak from the chair. The morning sun was already climbing through the high windows of the dorm, casting warm light across the room.
"Let’s go," he said, nodding at Lira.
She followed closely behind him, walking a step behind, as always. As they reached the academy courtyard, he stopped and turned to her.
"Go and have some fun, Lira. Don’t wait around here all day," he said, his voice gentle. "Meet me back around midday, alright?"
Lira blinked, a little surprised. "Yes, Master..." she bowed slightly, though her voice held a note of hesitation. Truthfully, she would’ve preferred to stay by his side all day if she could. But she also knew he wanted her to have some independence, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. A small, grateful smile formed on her lips. "Thank you."
He nodded and gave her a brief smile before turning toward the training grounds.
Lira lingered for a second, watching his back as he walked away, then turned and headed off toward the servant’s quarters, quietly happy. Not every servant was granted that kind of freedom. Most weren’t even acknowledged.
As for Lucas, he made his way across the academy grounds. The wide-open fields and towering pavilions were already filling with students, some heading to their scheduled classes, others gathering for drills and sparring. His robes fluttered slightly with each step, and a few passing students glanced at him with curiosity or whispered behind their hands.
He was supposed to be attending the Cultivation Technique class that morning... but Lucas scoffed internally.