Next day. Jax was ready at the door.
He stood facing Rudiger, his manservant, while waiting for Celestia to finish whatever royal morning routine she had decided to perform in his bathroom for the past forty minutes.
Rudiger had informed him that Roxana didn't show up yesterday. She had stayed at the camp with the other students to prepare for their upcoming matches.
Jax didn't feel a shred of guilt about not being there. In fact, he was happy. The realization clicked into place neatly.
'So that's why last night went so smooth and uninterrupted. No Roxana barging in. No explanations needed. No awkward lies about why a priestess from holy church was screaming in his bedroom.'
The universe had given him exactly one free pass and he had used it wisely.
Then he heard footsteps behind him.
