!!! SECOND BOOK OF THE CROW AND THE CROWN SERIES !!!
!!! WATCH OUT FOR SPOILERS !!!
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Fallon Crow -now Fallon Aeden Ravia- will have to adjust to her new life. Her life in Aeden as queen and wife to Raze Aeden.
Their traumatizing past k...
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( POV: FALLON AEDEN RAVIA )
It's seven o'clock in the morning and we're all standing in the large, gigantic, tremendous training room. It's not a room, it's a sports hall. But it's immense. It has doors, leading to separate rooms with specific training equipment.
One of them has a big boxing ring! With all kinds of boxing gloves and those different colored, triumphant boxing robes.
Various punching bags are hanging from the ceiling, that's the first thing I navigate toward.
I feel Raze's eyes burning into the back of my head, still pissed about that little stunt I pulled last night. He's also exhausted and kinda hungover. I am too. My head's pounding but my lovely husband gave me a little mixture to help it go away.
Obviously, Madam Eira prepared it but I'm letting him have this pleasure.
"What the fuck are we doing here?" Zale groans.
"Training! We can't take breaks. I can feel my strength diminishing every second I don't train. Seriously, I have no abs anymore."
Corvina frowns, "You never had abs."
I scoff at her and jerk my shirt up, it's maybe not as highlighted as Raze's or fuck even Laurent's abs but it's there. Granted, it's faded and almost gone completely but they're still there!
Fighting and training are not something I was able to do a lot these past few months. I've lost a lot of weight, most of it being the few muscles I had. So, yes my abs are practically gone. But I did have some! A tiny cute pack.
"Huh, maybe you did have abs." She chuckles.
I'm not stunned she doesn't know. Only a year ago I didn't even hug my sister let alone let her come close enough to see that scar on my body. I covered myself up. Always.
But the scar is gone now. I wish all my fears and traumas could've been removed with it. I shake these thoughts off and do the same with my shirt. Yanking that off as well.
Clearly, I'm not naked but that doesn't cease Raze from almost jumping out of his seat. He only settles down when he notices the fabric of my bra underneath my shirt. It's a larger one, one made for exercising apparently.
Everyone starts to stride towards the equipment to start their training. As I begin to step towards the punching bags, I feel Raze's body heat radiating off of him and onto me.
"Seriously? You thought I'd get naked in front of my family?" I ask him without turning back to glimpse at that handsome face of his. It's distracting.
"Your family being around didn't stop you from sucking my dick last night."
My head whips around faster than my body can follow, "Raze! Inside voices only, please."
There's a godawful echo in this hall. It's too fucking big, that's why. Since I didn't hear anyone shout, throw up, or curse, I'm assuming no one heard.
