Page 24 of Condemned to Love

Despite his gruff exterior, there’s a truth in his words that resonates with me. He isn’t just tough for the sake of it; there’s a reason behind his intensity. It’s not just about pride or power — it’s about protecting those who can’t protect themselves.

As we continue sparring, I find myself drawn not just to his physical prowess but to the way he approaches every action he takes. His resilience isn’t just physical. It’s woven into every part of who he is. There’s honor in him that commands respect, even when he's being insufferable.

"Your form’s improving," Aldric remarks as our blades lock together again.

"I’ve had a good teacher," I admit reluctantly.

His expression softens almost imperceptibly before he pushes me away and resets his stance. "Don’t let it go to your head."

We exchange blows again, and this time, I see more than just a warrior in front of me. I see someone who’s been through battles both on and off the field, someone who understands loss and carries it with quiet strength.

His gaze meets mine, and for a moment, it feels like everything falls away. It's then that I really realize it’s not just his body or skill that draws me in — it’s the person beneath all of it.

But gods, he is hot.

Aldric might not have really opened up to me, yet, but I've been watching him. He's tough but fair. Strong from years of discipline and practice, which I can appreciate. And he's finally treating me like an equal. Almost like he can change…

"I think that's enough for the day," he rumbles, and I almost think he might be breathless.

No,I tell myself.That's insane.

I nod, feeling not quite steady myself. He takes a step back, but neither of us turn away. We're locked in some silent battle…and the tension is becoming too much.

Just as Aldric opens his mouth to say something, I hear my name.

"Elowen!" I turn to see Jessa approaching. She and I have been sparring in the early afternoon most days with her and Selene helping me address my cuts and bruises afterwards. Since Jessa is a vrakken, she heals much faster.

I turn back to Aldric, but he's already retreating. Irritation flicks up inside of me as I stare at his retreating back, but I shove it down.

I nod at Jessa as she approaches. "Ready to spar?" I ask, already knowing her answer.

"Always," she grins, rolling her shoulders and taking a stance opposite me.

We begin, the rhythm of our movements familiar yet challenging. Jessa's strikes are precise, her footwork fluid. She's tough and fast, her time on the farm clearly evident in her strong frame and quick reflexes. We move around each other, exchanging blows and dodging attacks. It's a dance we've perfected over countless sessions.

She sinks into her stance, her movements fluid and precise. She might be quick, her strikes sharp and calculated, but I’ve learned a thing or two from my sessions with Aldric. I deflect and counter, matching her pace.

"Nice move," Jessa comments, her eyes twinkling with approval as she blocks my attack.

"Thanks," I reply, focusing on the rhythm of our sparring.

We continue for several minutes, the sound of our strikes echoing in the training ground. Each movement is a test of skilland endurance, but there’s also a camaraderie between us that makes it almost enjoyable. Almost.

After a particularly intense exchange, we both step back, breathing heavily but grinning. "You’re getting better," she notes, wiping sweat from her brow.

"Guess I’ve had good teachers," I say, thinking of Aldric’s relentless training.

Jessa's eyes narrow slightly with mischief. "Speaking of teachers," she begins casually, "I saw you talking to Aldric earlier."

I shrug it off. "He was just giving me some pointers."

"Pointers, huh?" Jessa teases, her grin widening. "Looked like more than just pointers to me."

I roll my eyes, trying to dismiss the flutter in my chest. "It’s nothing."

"Sure it is," she continues, undeterred. "You two have been spending a lot of time together lately."

"Because he’s training me," I counter, but even I can hear the weak protest in my voice.