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Chapter 51 - New Lessons
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2024-12-07 14:00:18*** Ariana’s POV
The crisp morning air carried a sharp bite as I tightened the laces on my sneakers, steeling myself for the run ahead. My usual pre-run peace was disrupted by the sight of my guards waiting near the tree line. Mika, Jake, and Jorge? That was a new mixup. They looked casual, but something about their body language felt… different.
Mika stepped forward as I approached. “Good morning, Lady Miria,” he greeted, his tone warm but measured.
“Morning,” I replied, nodding towards Jake and Jorge. “Mixing it up today? What’s the occasion?”
“Master Oren’s orders,” Mika said smoothly. “He wants us to get used to working together more fluidly. Changing up the routin
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