Irene walked the hallways after breakfast, eager to hear what the Commander and Felix had gotten up to. There had been so many days of peace that she was dying for something interesting to happen. However, interesting often came with risks.
It was strange to be a knight who was cautious of danger but eager for adventure. There would undoubtedly be a compromise.
She looked through the windows that gave a view of the southeastern end of the valley and internally sighed. The season was beautiful, but it was a bit too hot for her skin. Already, she knew that the freckles on her face had multiplied that season even though she tried to keep herself covered.
What was worse was that freckles were certainly not fashionable unless you were a child. She wanted to be taken seriously as a woman and not coddled. So far, Felix had never done such a thing, but the Commander had been going easy on her since their first and last sword fight.
