Page 47 of Enchanted Shadows
“I haven’t yet, but I will get on it,” she said with a nod. “Flora might need a team to help her pull it off, but we’ll manage.”
I looked to the women sparring and back to Jorah.
“What is it?” she asked, never missing a thing.
“They’ve worked their asses off for me. You might want to ask them. They might want to even wear a dress or something?”
She smirked. “The opportunity to dress up for a night and not have sweat on their sweat?”
“Yeah. That.” I crossed my arms. “Though it might be considered special treatment.”
“They are women,” Jorah stated smoothly. “We haven’t ever asked for them not to be. So why would we start now?”
“I will let you fine tune the details then. You know more about dresses.”
“Do I?” she challenged.
I pinned her with a glare.
She carried on, “I’m going to need a day for trying on dresses. Maybe two or three for fittings.”
“Just let me know what days work for whatever team you organize for this,” I told her. I’d do my best not to grumble about it too. The women deserved a day off, a day to celebrate at the end of this.
Miles and I discussed the security for the event a bit more and then we dropped the sound barrier.
“Owen?” Jorah watched the women sparring intently. Proudly. As she should be. She was the reason they were learning and growing like they were. The reason there was an all-woman team in Wylan. Because she’d been brave enough and stubborn enough to fight for it.
“Jorah.”
“What do you say, when they finish up here, let’s do an orb field. For old time’s sake.”
I laughed. “All right.”
“I want to try,” Miles agreed.
Jorah stayed and walked around speaking encouragements to the women. When I was content with their efforts for the day, I called them to circle around.
“I know we are done soon, but Her Royal Highness Queen Jorah?—”
Jorah shot me an annoyed glare. She still hated the necessity of using her full title.
I knew that, of course. The reason why I used it often. “Has decided to bring out an old training trick that we used for her training. I know how you like fun names for everything, but we don’t have one for this.”
I had the women all move to the side and then I put out a field of orbs, all shapes and sizes, and even set a few rows of them moving. The maze challenge was different for every training group, but I was making a mental note to be sure to suggest more orbs for the one this year.
“You have one minute to get through it,” I told them.
“Can I go first?” Jorah asked.
I snorted. “Yeah.”
She made it in fifty seconds. Not bad for a pregnant lady. Not bad at all.
“Your turn,” she said, a bit out of breath.
“Can we up the ante?”
She placed a hand over her heart. “How unlike you. Wanting to up the stakes.”
