Lyanna barely slept that night. She'd expected Azrael to change his mind overnight. But in the morning, Clara arrived with breakfast and training clothes.
"His Majesty has arranged everything, my lady." Clara said as she helped Lyanna dress. "Lord Adrian is expecting you in the eastern courtyard. He asked that I tell you to eat lightly."
Lyanna ate some bread and fruit, her stomach was tight with anticipation and nervousness.
What if I were terrible at it? What if Adrian reported back to Azrael that I was hopeless, and Azrael revoked this tiny freedom of mine?
She pushed the doubts aside and made her way to the eastern courtyard. It was a large open space with high walls that was especially designed for combat training.
Adrian was already there. He looked up as Lyanna came.
"Queen Lyanna. His Majesty said you want to learn to fight. May I ask why?"
