Reverie was in the garden, pressing flowers, close to Azriel's training grounds, where he was training his warriors, like he did every day. But her sole presence didn't quite help, his warriors were distracted, enhanced by Reverie's beauty

?; "Do you think she's single?" whispered a warrior to another, the other shrugged

?: "Maybe catch her under some mistletoe, tonight" another other warrior whispered "If you're alright with some competition, that is."