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Without a kingdom to return to, an army to command, or a plot to uncover, there was a great deal less to occupy Damen's time. He'd spent the majority of his life in training, either for battle or for ruling and, while being captured and sent to Vere had halted that as much as finding himself in this city, he'd still had some means of usefulness even in Vere.

Perhaps, in many ways, he'd been more useful there than ever before.

Here, however, was a different story entirely. In some ways, it was a relief. Peace was far preferable to war, after all.

But he could never quite shake the boredom.

Visiting the gym was essentially the highlight of his days. He'd mastered the machines after some time and had even joined a few... classes as they were called. It was the closest he'd found to continuing his training and Damen threw himself into the motions, pushed himself mentally and physically and left every day with that familiar thrum just under his skin.

Today was no different and Damen breathed in the brisk autumn air as he exited the building, hiking the bag holding his sweat-soiled clothing higher up on his shoulder as he made his way back to his dwelling. Nice as it was, perhaps Laurent would be amendable to an afternoon walk.