Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 114

**Where Sleeping Rivers Dream We Follow Trails Toward Tomorrow by Evan Milesa Cade**

**Chapter 114**

“Princess, remember, we are sparring,” Valentin cautioned, his voice firm yet laced with an undercurrent of amusement. “The goal here is to subdue your opponent, not to inflict serious harm.”

Amara couldn’t help but giggle, a mischievous glimmer dancing in her eyes as she flashed a snake-like smirk. “Oops,” she chirped, feigning innocence while her body coiled like a spring, ready to strike.

I observed her movements with a mix of admiration and caution. She shifted her weight gracefully from one foot to the other, almost performing a dance that was both captivating and dangerous. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she lunged at me again. Her punches, though lacking in power, were quick and relentless. I barely had time to react before she swung her leg at me with a speed that felt almost otherworldly.

In a flash, I remembered the tactics Kairos had used against me. I swiftly hooked my hand around her ankle, using her momentum to send her crashing to the ground once more.

The impact was loud, a dull thud that echoed in the training room, but Amara was back on her feet in an instant, her determination unwavering. Her claws were out, aiming straight for my face with a ferocity that sent a shiver down my spine. In that moment, all pretense of sparring vanished; the thrill of combat ignited a fierce instinct within me.

I dodged her swipes, narrowly escaping the sharpness of her claws as she threw her whole body into the fray. “Claws away!” Valentin shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos from somewhere behind me. But Amara was relentless, her focus sharpened. Quick as a flash, she slashed at my arms and then, with a sudden drop to one knee, she aimed for my thigh.

A grunt escaped my lips as her claws tore into my skin, a sharp pain radiating through me. Blood began to seep from both my legs, and I could feel my body instinctively trying to heal itself. I steeled my resolve, knowing I had to rely on my strength to counter her agility. With a swift motion, I sent a powerful punch towards her nose, and I could have sworn I heard the satisfying crack resonate through the gym.

She staggered back, fingers darting to her face to catch the blood that began to trickle down. The sight of her was almost surreal—her blunt black bob frizzed wildly around her, and her gold eyes seemed to bulge with a mixture of rage and disbelief. Her clawed hand dabbed at the blood, leaving crimson smudges against her pale skin.

“Fuck you,” she spat, her words garbled but filled with venom.

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