Chapter 37

Ayla tried to aim for his chest, but he was strong and fast. Before she knew it, he had his stick at her neck.

“And you are dead,” Rhobart concluded.

“Again,” Ayla demanded.

Rhobart took a step back. “We should work on your position first.” He moved behind her. “Move your dominant leg out a bit more.”

He put his hands on her shoulders, and heat rose to her cheeks. It felt different from when Nixx or Milton touched her.

“Next, we will work on your attack,” he said when he was certain she knew the right position for training.

They practiced until Ayla got tired, and her muscles felt sore. Rhobart put away the sticks and sat on a log.

“Time to sleep,” the King said. “I will stand guard, so you don’t need to worry about wild beasts attacking us.”

Ayla put the kettle over the fire. “When you want to sleep, wake me. I will make some tea for you before I retire to my furs,” she said while taking a few leaves out of her messenger bag. She had found some medicinal plants in the foodshe