Hugo stood in the open hallway, eyes on the training grounds. Torches were lit on each corner, giving light to everyone who was still busy, either walking around or still training. He snapped his brows and glanced at his side when he felt Elizabeth's presence.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" he humored, peeling his eyes away from Elizabeth back to the warriors from a distance. "Don't tell me this is a concern about Ivo."
Elizabeth's eyelashes fluttered ever so tenderly, eyes glinting. "Father gave you the authority to lead this group. I don't remember him giving it to Ivo."
"What do you mean, sister?" he frowned, feigning ignorance of what she was grumbling about.
"Stop relying on Ivo." She gave him a sharp side-eye. "I'm saying this not because my hands are itching to hunt, but this will become a problem in the long run."
