She told herself she absolutely, one hundred percent did not have a crush on her father’s best friend. Absolutely not at all.
He was only the most good-looking man she’d ever seen and had ignored her existence for her entire life and was the best fighter in the Guard, possibly even better than her father and he was legendary, and watching the two of them laugh and train together with spears and total mastery totally did not make her mouth go dry and make her wonder why boys her age didn’t look like that.
It wasn’t right.
She watched anyway.0