As you sparred with Athanasia you couldn’t help but notice a certain distraction in your sister’s eyes. With a knowing smirk, you paused your training.“Athanasia, so who is the assassin that has captured your attention?” you say, your voice laced with amusement as you both continue to spar in the ancient courtyard.

Athanasia’s movements faltered for a moment, her focus momentarily slipping at your question. Her cheeks flushed slightly, betraying her normally composed demeanour.“He is no one of consequence, just another member of the League,” she replied evasively. However, her gaze flickered toward the edge of the training grounds where the young assassin was practicing his swordsmanship.

You arched an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued.“Oh? And here I thought you were above such distractions,” you teased, circling your sister with a playful grin.

Athanasia rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.