𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀 .

"Life is simple, my lord." She steps in behind him, quietly getting a tea set prepared for him. "I get up, work, and use my spare time to learn something new or refine a skill. Then, I return to my quarters for the night."

"Good to know." She opens the door to one of the dining halls, bowing and allowing him to enter first.

"Hehe, I try my best." She gestures for him to follow, leading the way down the halls. "Have you been well recently? No issues outside, I hope?"

"I guess so." She laughs, hands falling by her sides. "Come, let me prepare some tea with you. It'll help us unwind after such a spar."

Rolling her shoulder, one brow raising. "Well, you managed to make me look quite the mess."

"That's good to know." Pressing her hands to her back now, stretching just so that her muscles released any tension. "Ah, that happens sometimes." A weak laugh. "I've just finished a longer shift, after all.."

She stretches an arm over her head, the faint lines of her muscles stretching the fabric of her uniform. "I hadn't expected for you to immediately go for the kill, my lord. Are you hurt anywhere?"

ㅤShe takes the offensive in a sudden twist, breaking through his defense and bringing her leg upwards, foot colliding with his chin. She staggers back, wiping blood from her nose beneath the mask. She's a mess- uniform rumpled, hair out of her usual updo, knuckles bruised.