Clint crossed his arms, staring at the two as they leaned closer, whispering to each other. His jaw tightened. Is she really just a former tutor? … Wait, why do I even care?!
A strange irritation bubbled in his chest, and before he could stop himself, he snapped with clear annoyance, "Now what?"
Eryndra blinked, then suddenly let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth politely. These two have something, she thought with amusement, watching the way Clint frowned while the duke stayed calm.
"Well then," Eryndra said with a smile, turning to the duke. "Bring him to the training yard. It will be the best way for me to see for myself."
The duke gave a small nod. "Thank you, Eryndra."
With that, the lady gave Clint a last curious glance, still smiling faintly, before she gracefully excused herself and left.
Clint's frown deepened as he watched her go. Tch. What's so funny anyway?
