The private gym was a cavern of cold, hard stone and enchanted metal, a world away from the opulent warmth of her rooms. The only light came from the harsh, white glow of magelights set high in the ceiling, casting deep shadows in the corners. The air was still and carried the faint, sterile smell of ozone and old stone.
Elreth stood at the center of the vast space, her chest heaving not from exertion, but from the raw, seething emotion her father's command had ignited within her. Before her stood a line of ten training golems, hulking figures of dark, enchanted wood and stone, their featureless faces awaiting her fury.
She didn't shout. The silence was more terrifying.
