“Get your head in the game, sweetheart.”

His words aren’t harsh or meant meanly in any way, no, Az would never treat you as such, but it wasn’t easy training you

He watches as you pant, body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. You’d been at this for hours, and you’d underestimated just how difficult swordplay was

He bites back a smug smirk as your eyebrows furrow frustratedly as he pinned you

“Gotcha, Nightingale.” he chuckles lowly and gently kisses your forehead before stepping back