Adrian pov
By the time the training session nears its end, my patience is hanging by a very, very thin thread.
If I thought Selene was chaotic before, I underestimated her. She has redefined what it means to be a disaster.
So I started arranging the items we used, so we can continue with the next phrase.
At first, she's just standing there, watching me arrange the field weapons..
Then, out of nowhere, she flails.
No one touched her, the wind didn't push her neither did the ground shift.
Yet somehow, she stumbles over absolutely nothing and tries to catch herself by grabbing onto a nearby weapon rack.
Which was a bad decision because the entire wooden structure topples over with her, sending swords, daggers, and spears crashing to the ground. Some of my warriors barely jump back in time to avoid getting impaled.
Selene lands flat on her back, half-buried under a pile of blades.
For a moment, everyone goes completely silent.
Then she blinks up at me, completely unfazed.
"Oops."
I stare, the warriors were just staring too.
One of them makes the sign of the moon goddess, as if she's praying for protection.
I exhale slowly, running a hand down my face.
"It's fine," I mutter through clenched teeth. "Everything's fine."
I don't believe my own words.
After we clean up the mess, I decide to teach Selene how to use a bow and arrow.
Which turns out to be a terrible mistake.
I hand her a longbow and motion for her to follow my lead.
She takes the bow and inspects it carefully, turning it over in her hands.
"This is a terrible instrument," she announces suddenly.
I frown. "It's not an instrument."
She ignores me. Instead of holding the bow properly, she lifts it to her chest like a musical lute and begins plucking the string.
She tilts her head. "It doesn't make a pleasant sound."
I take a deep breath. "Because it's not supposed to."
She purses her lips, narrows her eyes at the bow… and yanks the string back.
Too far back.
Before I can stop her, the wooden frame snaps clean in half.
The loud CRACK echoes across the training ground.
The warriors collectively gasp.
Selene blinks down at the two broken pieces in her hands.
"…Ah," she says finally. "It is even worse when broken."
She shrugs, tosses the pieces aside, and moves on.
Meanwhile, I am silently screaming inside.
After breaking a very expensive bow, Selene loses interest in weapons altogether.
I'm explaining proper combat stances when, suddenly, she gasps loudly and bolts away.
I turn just in time to see her running toward the tree line, arms stretched wide like she's about to embrace someone.
I immediately tense. There are wolves in that direction, real trained patrol wolves. Not pets and not ffriendly either.
By the time I reach her, she's already crouched down, reaching for a massive black-furred patrol wolf.
She gasps dreamily. "Oh, what a sweet little beast!"
The wolf fully grown, trained for combat, and clearly confused stares at her like she's insane.
I stop dead in my tracks.
She pets the wolf's head. "So fluffy! So adorable!"
The wolf's ears flatten.
It growls.
Selene doesn't care.
"I shall name you Bernard," she declares proudly.
The wolf bares its teeth.
"I love you, Bernard."
The wolf lets out a deep, threatening snarl.
I grab her by the back of her shirt and yank her away before she loses a hand.
"NO PET WOLVES," I snap.
She huffs, crossing her arms. "But Bernard loves me!"
I turn to the wolf. Bernard does not, in fact, love her. Bernard looks like he wants to eat her.
"He was about to bite you," I growl.
She scoffs. "Such a dramatic little beast."
I rub my temples.
After the Bernard Disaster, I decide that we should just more because she doesn't look exhausted to want to go, so let me teach her punches.
Surely, nothing can go wrong with that.
Right?
I set her up in front of a wooden training dummy. "Alright. Punch it. Just like I showed you."
Selene nods. Then she hesitates.
She tilts her head, staring at the dummy like it's a real person.
"…What is wrong?" I ask warily.
She narrows her eyes at the dummy. "It looks… smug."
I blink. "…What?"
She crosses her arms. "It is insulting me."
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Selene. It is wood."
She huffs. "It is rude wood."
I swear my soul leaves my body.
Before I can say another word, she suddenly glares at the dummy and points a dramatic finger at it.
"You dare look down upon me, peasant?" she demands.
I gape. "Selene…"
"I am a Goddess! I will not be disrespected!"
She punches the dummy so hard it snaps in half.
The warriors stare in horror.
Selene flips her hair and walks away like she just won a battle.
I stand there, staring at the broken remains of the training dummy.
I have never been so exhausted in my entire life.
By the time the session is over, I feel like I have aged ten years.
Selene, on the other hand, looks completely energized.
I rub my temples. "Selene, you're… a lot."
She beams. "Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
She tilts her head. "Then what was it?"
I sigh deeply. "It doesn't matter."
Just then, Hazel walks up, arms crossed. She looks entirely too amused.
"So?" she asks. "How was training?"
Selene grins. "He is a wonderful teacher! He let me hit him into a tree!"
Hazel arches a brow at me. "Did he?"
I scowl. "She punched me into a tree."
Hazel smirks. "Sounds like karma."
Selene nods. "He also let me admire his face!"
Hazel's smirk vanishes.
I freeze. "Selene…."
She turns to Hazel cheerfully. "You are very lucky, Luna. Your mate is very symmetrical."
Hazel narrows her eyes at me. "Oh? Is he?"
I curse under my breath. "I…"
Selene keeps talking. "Yes! His face is perfectly even. His cheekbones are…"
"Okay, that's enough training for today!" I announce quickly, dragging Selene away before my wife can murder me.
Selene hums. "Tomorrow again?"
I sigh. "Yes, Selene. Tomorrow again."
This woman is going to be the death of me.