The king lay on his bed, pondering his deepest secrets until there were bags under his eyes.
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The next day, Reinhardt arrived at the isolated training grounds just as usual.
The Queen stood before him wearing the same bandeau and shorts, but the bandeau was tied more loosely, and the shorts were even thinner.
Although neither of them had yet to speak, the atmosphere was already charged with an invisible tension.
These past few days of training, both of them have been bottling their desires.
Reinhardt cleared his throat and spoke. "Today, we move beyond the basics. I'll teach you some real combat techniques".
The Queen nodded, her eyes were like deep pools, feverish with anticipation.
Reinhardt stood before her and began with a simple grappling move, a demonstration of how to break a close hold.
"If an opponent grabs you from the front, you must rotate and strike." He pulled her close to him, until their bodies were practically touching.
