"Careful, Lord Cherion. If you don't close your mouth soon, you're going to start drooling all over the stone floor."
Cherion blinked hard and finally snapped out of whatever trance he'd been stuck in, quickly trying to wipe the obvious warmth off his face as he glanced toward Reiner. He was lounging against one of the massive marble pillars surrounding the Valtrane estate's private training grounds, looking way too entertained for this early in the morning.
Cherion rested his arms against the balcony railing and let out a dramatic sigh, not even bothering to argue. Because honestly? He couldn't even deny it.
Watching Zarius train was genuinely unfair.
