She paused by the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide, uncertain eyes.
You can do this, she told herself.
Then she rushed downstairs, her bare feet almost silent on the polished steps, ready to see what Arthur had in store. She wore her boots at the front of the main door then continued on.
As Nnenna stepped onto the training grounds, the early morning breeze kissed her skin and rustled the leaves around her. There, standing with both hands calmly behind his back and his back to the entrance, was Arthur.
His silhouette was sharp, his posture commanding, he looked like a figure from an ancient tale, the kind of master one only saw in movies or legendary scrolls.
It struck something inside Nnenna. A strange mix of awe... and pressure. She suddenly felt she needed to take everything more seriously, not just today, but her entire life.
She opened her mouth to call out to him, but before a word left her lips, Arthur turned around.
