***Cadiz***
The knock on my door came just after breakfast. I'd been sitting by the window, staring at nothing in particular, when Henrik's voice filtered through the wood.
"Lord Cadiz? Lord Raizel requests your presence in the training grounds."
I didn't move at first, the training grounds. Why would Raizel want me there? I'd never been invited to watch the soldiers practice before. In all the months I'd been living here, he'd made it clear that the martial side of the household was none of my concern.
"Lord Cadiz?" Henrik called again, more insistent this time.
I forced myself to stand. "I'll be down shortly."
My reflection in the mirror showed someone who looked like they hadn't slept properly in days, which was accurate. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my face looked thinner than it had been. I tried to smooth my hair into something presentable, then gave up.
What did it matter how I looked?
