"Lord Kath'tan," A Fiend soldier called to him, swinging around a polearm. "You promised me a spar today," He reminded, approaching.
They were on the outdoor training grounds today, the suns yet to get to their full strength, other soldiers training around them.
Kath'tan had barely spent a week in Ashford, yet the occupants of the castle had quickly grown accustomed to his presence. Even without his mother by his side, they treated him the same, clamoring to spar with him as they couldn't do so with the High Lady Valrena.
His mother had to accompany Grand Duke Yamra on a diplomatic visit, it was the only reason he had stayed this long, he couldn't leave before she returned.
It was already the third day, and she would be back sometime that day, yet he still hadn't adjusted to the soldiers treating him like one of them despite the color of his skin.
