Elion let out an exaggerated sigh.
"It was more exhausting than fighting forty people."
Between this and the last similar event he had attended in Haven during the trials, Elion was becoming increasingly certain that he simply was not built for court life.
Dorian chuckled.
"That is normal."
Elion glanced across the hall toward Celeste.
She was speaking with her mother, but her eyes drifted toward him every few moments, as though making certain he had not vanished.
Dorian noticed the constant exchange of glances.
"She truly loves you."
"I know."
"Do not become arrogant about it."
"I was already arrogant."
Dorian sighed.
"Of course you were."
Elion looked down at his drink.
Unlike Dorian's cup, his contained ordinary wine.
"You said you planned to train me."
Dorian smiled.
"I did."
"When?"
"As soon as you return from Silvergrove."
Elion studied the expression on his face.
"That smile makes me think I should remain there."
"You would only delay the inevitable."
