Chapter 320: A Game of Questions
Lyria's POV
I nodded.
He demonstrated once again, his movements slow enough for me to observe every detail.
"Remember your footing," he instructed. "A strong strike begins with your stance."
I copied him.
"Excellent."
He smiled encouragingly.
"Now your right."
I drove my right fist forward.
"Very good. And now your left."
I attempted the same movement.
Immediately, I felt how awkward it was.
My balance shifted incorrectly, and the punch lacked confidence.
"Stop there," he said gently.
He stepped closer.
"My apologies, Your Highness."
Before adjusting my posture, he waited just long enough for me to nod.
Only then did he place one hand lightly against my shoulder.
"This is too tense."
His touch was careful and respectful.
"Relax."
He gently repositioned my arm.
"The strength comes from here."
His other hand hovered near my waist without quite touching me.
"Turn your hips."
I followed his instruction.
"Better."
