And so, Roxy had decreed that today was officially Yoga Day.
Getting the entire family out onto the courtyard in loose, breathable linens had been a monumental task in itself.
Standing at the second row of the massive, woven grass mats spread across the lawn, Roxy looked out at the absolute, terrifying collection of apex predators she called a family.
"Alright, everyone, listen to me," Roxy announced, her brilliant green eyes sweeping over her mates and her children. "This is called Yoga. It is an ancient practice from my world. It is not a battle formation. It is not a test of brute strength. It is about inner peace, flexibility, and centering your breathing to connect with your core."
Standing in the front row, the six most lethal warlords on the continent stared back at her with terrifying, uncompromising intensity.
