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Alexander's POV

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Alexander's POV

I had decided to go to the training field after Caroline and I's argument. How could she not feel the way I do? I never want to imagine a life without her, she was my everything now and I'm just something she could throw away and leave. I had hurt and anger running through my body and I needed to get rid of it in the only way I know how, working my body until I can't anymore.

"Good Afternoon, Your Highness." One of the many warriors out on the field says to me. Near the back of the castle ground, there was our whole training facility, it was an indoor/outdoor space filled with everything you could ever need. Most of our equipment and exercises were done outside but there was a large room filled with machines and space to spare when it was raining or extreme snow. It was still quite cold outside, but barely any snow was falling in the past few days so our whole group of warriors were doing their regular training outside.

"Good Afternoon, Jacob, where are we at with the training?" I asked one of my assistants, as much as I would like to be at every training session, it simple wasn't possible while also being the Prince. We had recently got a new set of warriors that had to be trained from the ground up, which always came with it's new set of problems. Warriors couldn't start training until they 16 years old but most didn't start till they were 18 when they finished their schooling.

"Honestly, they're doing better than most groups I've seen, only one has thrown up." Jacob joked, they were running laps around our track field and having someone throw up was more common than you think. There was a rule put in place that they had to run 25 laps but every time someone would throw up, an extra 3 laps were added.

"When they're done, let's start some sparing, I need to blow off some steam." I say, patting him on the back as I run into the locker room area to change into some shorts. When I come back out, they had just finished their laps.

"Hello rookies, I heard that you all were doing exceptionally well in your training, I'd love to see how you do sparing so we'll be doing some practice with me and each other for the next hour." I announce to all of them. We then split them off into groups and start, the first one I got honestly wasn't that good, he still needed plenty of practice.

We kept switching people and working on different techniques and things they need to work on, I was currently sparing a 16-year-old who was putting up a good fight, you could tell that he has worked really hard to get to where he is. As I'm about throw a punch his way, hoping he would know how to block it, the wonderful smell of fresh roses drifts my way. I immediately turn around to see my gorgeous mate standing right outside the training field. She gives me a smile and a small wave which causes me to instantly start walking over to her.

"Hi" She says, obviously embarrassed from the amount of eyes that were watching us.

"Hey," I reply, wishing I could kiss the shit out of her in front of all these men, claiming her as mine.

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