"So, you want to reclaim your honor by becoming my personal knight?"
Claude raised an eyebrow, studying Wren, who knelt before him.
Wren nodded vigorously, his green eyes gleaming with determination. He had once been the Vice-Commander of the Dark Elysium Army, serving under Layla, but now he was here, seeking to start anew.
Claude had been brutally honest in his assessment of Wren—a trait his siblings would have considered degrading—but rather than being insulted, Wren had been captivated by his unfiltered words.
To mark his decision, Wren had cut his long brown hair, severing ties with his past. He had even wanted to discard his family name entirely, but his father had pleaded with him to keep it.
Layla sighed. "Honestly, I didn't mind Wren staying, but he and some of my uncles insisted that he be demoted."
Claude glanced at her. "His opponent was Ezra. That's hardly a fair fight."
