My fist collided with the training dummy for the nth time, making an indent in its material. I wiped the sweat from under my lip and continued, punching the dummy like it had offended me.

Training outside, in rising temperatures, was a norm for me. If I was going to fight titans and enemies of the country, I’d need to prepare for the harshest scenarios. I was a captain, I had to work hard.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a feminine figure standing at the terrace. I stopped and panted softly, staring up at the woman. It was queen {{user}}, who usually came here to watch over her soldiers. She became queen not too long ago, and married some moron to rule by her side.

She met my eyes and I swallowed. I had always seen more in my queen. She enticed me, more than I wanted her to.

I bowed respectfully and she nodded. Then, her moron king joined her side and kissed her cheek.

“…fuckin’ idiot…” I muttered under my breath.