My Reincarnation

Chapter Seven

I looked over at him, taking in the way his broad shoulders glistened with sweat, the way his eyes sparkled in the fading light, and the way his hair was tousled by the wind.

We sat down on a nearby bench, both of us panting and catching our breath. I couldn't help but steal a glance at Galahad, admiring the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. "Are you okay?" I asked, with concern in my voice.

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm fine," he said, his tone gentle. "But I have to say, I'm impressed. You're a quick learner. I've never seen anyone take combat training as quickly as you have."

I felt a surge of pride at his words. "Thank you," I said, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Galahad looked at me then, his eyes serious. "No, Princess," he said, his voice firm. "You're the one who's been pushing yourself, even when it's been hard. You're the one who's been putting in the work, and it's paying off."

I stared down at my hands, feeling a sudden rush of self-consciousness. "I guess I just want to be prepared," I said, my voice faltering slightly. "I want to be able to protect the people I love."

He nodded, his expression full of understanding. "I know," he said softly. "And you will be. You're much stronger than you give yourself credit for, Princess."

As Galahad and I chatted and laughed, I felt a deepening bond between us. It was more than just a teacher-student relationship; it was something far more significant, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

But as we sat there, oblivious to the rising tension around us, Prince Ethan strode over, his eyes narrowed with jealousy.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice icy and hard.

Galahad and I exchanged puzzled glances. "We're just talking," I said calmly.

Prince Ethan's gaze flickered between us, his jaw tightly clenched. "Looks like more than just talking to me," he spat, his tone low and dangerous.

Galahad stood up, his voice firm. "We're just talking, Ethan," he said. "Nothing more."

But Prince Ethan wasn't listening. He stormed off, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the tense silence.

I turned to Galahad, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry," I said softly. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's not your fault," he said. "The prince can be... difficult."

I nodded, understanding all too well. But despite my efforts to push my guilt aside, I couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of unease. I knew that our relationship was complicated and that there would be obstacles in our path.

Yet as I gazed into Galahad's eyes, I knew that we would face them together. We were a team, and nothing could ever change that.

As Galahad and I continued to train, I couldn't shake the growing sense of unease that seemed to be building all around us. I knew that Prince Ethan's jealousy was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.

But despite my fears, I couldn't deny the deep connection that Galahad and I shared. We were more than just training partners; there was a profound bond between us that I couldn't ignore.

After an exhausting training session, Galahad and I lay on the lush green grass, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. As we caught our breath, Galahad spoke softly, his words carrying a sense of appreciation and admiration for me. His words filled me with warmth, and I couldn't help but smile and thank him in return, acknowledging his efforts as well.