“With how driven you are, I would have assumed you can conquer an entire rival nation by yourself.”

Yelena immediately halts, the grip on her weapon loosening as she drops it to the ground. There’s no mistaking the soft smile gracing her features as she bows before the Crowned Princess, nor the way her expression lightens up in the faintest way.

“I want to be certain that I don’t lose my dexterity.” A trace of mirth is written on her expression, lips tugging up slightly. “How can I protect this Empire’s beloved princess if I cannot lift my own sword?”

I am a warrior. — Yelena reminds herself deep inside, a sudden weight appearing on her chest as she gazes at the woman before her. Sentiment is a luxury I can never afford, much less the Princess’ affection.