IIt took much longer for Roxanne to recover after her fight with Leonhart, not because the beast king was stronger than Ashkareth, but because her father had held back when he fought her. Ashkareth never struck with full force, never unleashed his true strength. Deep down, even in their most brutal clashes, he still saw her as his daughter, not as an opponent.
Lying in bed now, with her body still aching and her ribs wrapped in soft bandages, Roxanne finally understood the difference. Leonhart had fought her like an equal, meeting every strike, every roar of dominance head-on. If her father and Leonhart ever clashed, she realized with a quiet smile, the battle would shake the world; their powers are nearly the same.
Then, almost like a whisper in her mind, came the realization of how pitifully weak Dietrich truly was. Even when she unleashed her full alpha dominance, Leonhart and Ashkareth had both stood their ground, heads high, eyes unbroken.
