redith.
The mighty Draven hadn’t sent anyone to remind about our swimming lessons.
He had co to my door and knocked like a gentleman would.
This was... surprising. Unexpected.
"Wear sothing appropriate. I will be waiting right outside here," he said, and then turned away.
I shut the door with a small thud and walked into my dressing room.
I didn’t need to ask what he ant by sothing appropriate. The few tis we trained were enough for his complaints to register in my heart.
I found sothing suitable for swimming in the closet and changed into it. It was a black matching skin-tight singlet and tights that stopped at my knees.
Lastly, I rolled my hair into a bun, grabbed the History book before making my way out the door, notwithstanding that I felt weird in my new outfit.
I don’t know how Deidra did it, but she sure did go out of her way to get this.
And according to her, she didn’t want to lose out to Ms. Fellowes in terms of dressing chicly and keeping up with the latest fashion trends; sothing I gave no qualms about.
Outside my door, Draven was waiting like he had told . His eyes road my body for a good minute before he turned on his heels.
I guessed he approved of my outfit since he had no words.
I quickly shut my door and followed him.
"I want to return the History book," I said, my steps falling beside his. "I’m satisfied with the information I have."
Draven didn’t say anything.
He was already giving an attitude when I haven’t even made my requests yet.
Maybe, Valmora was wrong in choosing him to train . I was right about this. Dennis was better than a mate like Draven.
I could already sll one big fight, small quarrels here and there, and snubbing that would last two days straight.
"Thank you for... lending this to ," I tried again.
Finally, he glanced at , brows furrowed. His facial expression seed like he was surprised I was speaking to him... maybe talking too much.
His lips parted, but then he slamd them shut the next second and turned his eyes to the stairs ahead of us.
A deep sigh fell off my lips as I followed behind him, not sure of what else to do. But I had decided right here that I wouldn’t say a word to him anymore.
"I hope my book is intact like we have agreed?" Draven managed to say when we got to the second floor.
He must have realized I had ruled off trying to speak to him again, and finally found the right words to say to .
"You can check it if you want," I responded, my eyes on his back.
"And I will."
He didn’t say anything further as we arrived at the ground floor. Then he led us into his ho office.
Once inside, he took the book from and returned it to the right shelf.
Then, I got my chance.
"Do you happen to have any pictures of Queen Serena?" I asked him before he could be on the move again.
Draven gave a good stare I could tell he had so questions for , probably why I wanted the pictures and what I needed then for.
But the questions never ca.
Instead, he reached out to grab the scroll from the other day, from the shelf right above my head.
"There is one here. But the authenticity has never been vetted," he explained.
I thought he was going to pass the scroll over after that, but he returns it to the shelf. Instantly, the light in my eyes disappeared.
"We are running late for our lessons. Hurry up," he sort of explained before leading the way out.
This man just wanted to keep asking him for things. It’s like he enjoyed giving people permission.
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Surprisingly, Draven went softer on today after making verbally recall what he had taught in the previous lessons.
My mind had worked quickly to rember them. Fortunately, I only got a few things wrong.
"If you had practiced exactly what you said now, there isn’t any way you would have survived," he said to , before entering the pool.
I didn’t doubt him.
Then he reached his hand out and asked to co inside. I hesitated, but when he threatened to drag inside by himself, I found myself descending the stairs into the pool.
Draven retaught everything from the previous lessons.
And this ti around, a little skinship wasn’t a problem for . We had done a lot more than that a few days ago. But it’s just that this ti around, it reminded of everything.
I ended up zoning out a few tis and then completely stopped after Draven flicked his fingers against my forehead.
"Ah!" I pald my forehead and snapped my head to the side to glare at him.
"Keep looking at that way and I will leave you to sink," he threatened with narrowed eyes.
His hands were currently wrapped around my waist, keeping from sinking.
He ant every word he said, so I turned my head away. I slowly massaged my forehead until the sharp pain dulled. And only then was I ready to continue our lessons.
The lessons went on for another half an hour with more grabbing, skin touching and a little scolding.
Finally, we were done.
Draven helped climb out of the pool, and imdiately, I went to the chair to pick up a small towel. I was sorting off my body when Draven walked up to to grab a towel.
The servants had prepared everything, clean towels, water bottles and energy drinks before we arrived at the pool.
"I’ve seen you have a problem retaining aningful mories," he said, slowly dragging the towel across his face.
I glared at him. He just couldn’t pass a sound information without insulting . He just had to remind he had a bad mouth. And I could tell he was avoiding my gaze.
"Be here right on ti tomorrow."
I wrapped the bigger towel around my body and watched him dump the used towel in his hand into a bin next to the chair.
I knew he was going to leave next, and honestly, I didn’t care. And I wouldn’t have bothered if he left if it wasn’t for Valmora’s reminder playing like baby bedti rhy at the back of my head.
"Um... I need your help with sothing."
Draven had already started matching away by the ti I had finished processing the words I wanted to say to him.
"What do you want?" He asked without stopping in his steps. I had to quickly walk over.
"I know you’re a great trainer. At least, I’ve seen it with my eyes." Releasing a deep sigh, I continued, "Can you take on combat skills and train like you do with the warriors?"
I wasn’t direct with my request. I shouldn’t have asked for his opinion.
I should have just gone straight to the point and told him that I wanted him to train on combat skills.
He stopped in his steps and looked at , hands on his waist. "You’re joking, right?"
Instantly, light dimd in my eyes, my nose scrunching up in distaste. I can’t believe this man thought I was joking after all my efforts gathering the courage to speak.
"I’m not joking. Why would I play with sothing like that?" I asked him, clearly annoyed. And I wanted him to see it in my face.
Draven shook his head. "Wait, let get this straight," he said, briefly shutting his eyes and opening them the next second. "You want to learn how to fight? And you want to teach you?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?" I asked, spreading my arms.
"Of course, there is," he nodded, putting his hands away. His brows furrowed as he narrowed his gaze down at my face. "I can’t make myself available to teach you."
A low groan escaped my lips. I clenched my fists at my sides while doing everything I could to make sure I did not bare my teeth out to him.
"Is your schedule packed up? I’m sure you can create a little ti out for . You can dedicate thirty minutes of your ti to daily in regards to this combat training.
Draven sighed heavily. "For what reasons are you suddenly interested in working out?"
I wanted to do badly correct Draven that I wasn’t asking for a gym coach but rather, a combat trainer. But in the end, I concluded he was far too smart to mix up my words.
"Do I need a reason?" I asked, refusing to answer his questions. "Perhaps, are you hesitating to train because I don’t have a wolf, so you’re looking down on ?"
Draven scoffed. "My ti is too valuable. I don’t want to waste it on anyone or anything ."
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