CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWELVE

It's been a week now since Stephen has slipped into a coma. Adrian thought as he paced in front of the lined dummy for sparring, getting ready to start. He swung his long sword repeatedly, cutting through thin air.

Adrian moved smoothly with the longsword in his hands, the thought that Stephen’s men had decided to lounge about in his absence ignited his exasperation as he hit the dummy repeatedly, instilling more energy than necessary, making him seem as if he was battling with a living, breathing person he wished to destroy. The fact that he had no control over them vexed him the more.

A war was coming and they were drinking their days away, acting like their captain wasn't in there, fighting for his life. He was glad that at least some of them took their duties a bit more seriously and some had even joined him for training,

His thoughts shifted to Serena again, and that calmed his anger a bit. He could feel her emotions, and knew she was crying again.

Adrian sighed, knowing the only