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~Belinda's POV
The air around the training ground was warm and full of noise. Men shouted, swords clashed, and the scent of sweat and dust filled the air. I leaned against one of the wooden posts, watching as Uncle Fridolf barked out orders to his soldiers, his deep voice echoing across the field. Adrik stood beside him, arms crossed, looking sharp and serious as always.
For the first time in days, I actually felt alive again. The pain from my wounds had faded, my strength was back, and my confidence… well, that was finally returning too.
I smiled faintly, adjusting the cloak around my shoulders as I walked toward them. "You both look like you're preparing for war already," I said, my tone light. "Can't we rest a little before the bloodshed begins?"
Adrik glanced at me and snorted. "You're only saying that because you hate waking up early for drills."
