Ethan entered the main training arena of his palace.
His eyes fell on two familiar figures in the center of the vast circular space.
Evelyn and Mireya were there, a sword and an axe slicing through the air in swift arcs, the metal singing with every collision.
The two women's voluptuous bodies spun and dodged, their feet dancing across the stone. Every pivot set their flesh in motion, huge tits lunging against the strained fabric of their tight-fitting training outfits, plump asses bouncing with every hard landing.
Not far from them, Ysara watched, her hands elegantly clasped behind her back, a posture that subtly pushed her lush chest forward.
Apparently, Mireya had been demoted to the rank of apprentice alongside Evelyn, and now the two were training under Ysara.
It wasn't an arrangement Ethan disliked—quite the contrary.
The moment he stepped into the arena, Ysara noticed his presence.
