AYAN'S POV
'Ayan!'
'Ayan!'
I realized someone was calling me and turned to see Teon looking at me concerned. "Ayan is something wrong? I was calling your name but you weren't answering."
"Oh really? I'm sorry," I apologized. Teon was currently in the middle of his sword figthing lesson and I was watching from the sidelines of the practice field.
"I don't know what's going on but you've been like this for a while. Are you sure you're alright?" Teon asked again.
"Yes, I'll pay attention now. What did you want me to see?" I asked him.
"Instructor Gerald's just taught me a new move and I've already learned it. Look."
The last few days were a bit daze for me. The embarrassment I felt over my conversation with His Majesty increased with each passing day. I would often find myself distracted when I should be focusing on something else. I dreaded when I would have to see him again.
After his swords fighting lesson, we were about to leave when Teon turned to his instructor.
