Another Outing

The following morning at the training grounds exhibited an unusual shift in routine. Unexpectedly, the Grand Duke, driven perhaps by a desire to break free from the confinements of his study, joined Logan in his customary regimen of exertion. 

Their dynamic took on a new dimension as they engaged in a sparring match, sword against sword, the clashing of dull steel resonating amidst the crisp air. This venture seemed to serve a dual purpose—challenging Logan while providing the Duke himself with a reprieve from the paper-laden solitude that had lately consumed him.

Rosalie, meanwhile, took up her usual position on the central bench, ensconced with the comfort of a thickly woven blanket, an additional layer of warmth draped over her shoulders. With each passing day, the early mornings were marked by an incremental cooling, a tangible sign that September was gradually drawing to its close.