Chapter 322: A Flustered Gentleman
Lyria's POV
I blinked at him, rather puzzled by the genuine surprise upon his face.
"W-why are you s-so surprised?" I asked.
Even as the question left my lips, I remembered that we had not truly stopped our lesson.
He had told me this was to be treated as though it were a genuine encounter.
So, without another word, I stepped forward and threw a punch towards him.
His hand moved almost lazily.
Before my fist had travelled even halfway, he caught my wrist effortlessly.
A low chuckle escaped him as he did.
"You tried, Your Highness," he said, amusement colouring his voice.
But I did not wait another moment.
Using my other arm, I threw another punch in quick succession, hoping to catch him off guard, even if only for a brief moment.
He laughed again, deflecting the strike with equal ease.
"You tried," he repeated, his grin widening.
I lowered my fists, a huff of frustration escaping me.
