Caleb and I move to the center of the warehouse. The soldiers and other loyal citizens make room for use. When word gets out that we are going to spare, we earn ourselves a sizeable crowd. They should be getting ready for the fight ahead, but I suppose watching the king spar with a member of his harem is too curious a sight to ignore.
When he attacks the ceremony later today, Caleb will wear body armor, but he chooses nothing of the sort right now, wearing only a black t-shirt and black slacks with heavy black boots.
I’m still in my dress from the farm, though I’ve sliced a slit up the side to give myself more mobility. Caleb really doesn’t like that and has been glaring at that slit since I made it.
“Well?” he says, gesturing with one hand for me to attack him. “Come on. I’ll let you
