“Is the training ground ready?” I questioned Tristan an hour later after he came back into the villa office. I had showered, dressed, fed, and strolled to the office to look at the pending grounds. I felt so alive that it put me in a good mood.
“We are doing the final touches, Your Highness.” Tristan’s response felt forced.
“What is it, Tristan?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“What if you have a blackout again, Your Highness?” His voice showed concern.
“That is why I have you here to watch over me, right?” I understood his concerns but I needed to test my limits. Nothing was going to stop me.
A knock at the door was an indication that the training ground was ready for occupancy.
“Your Highness, I would advise that you don’t use your powers until we get there,” Tristan scolded me.
“Since when does an advisor have the audacity to scold me?” I laughed.
“Sorry, Your Highness, but I can’t have the coven and the coven council discussing your health.” Tristan was adamant.