17

~Kiva

Being back home feels good.

But my feelings of doubt about Caspian have chased me all the way back here.

You’re a Princess. Don’t forget your duty.

I grit my teeth as my fathers voice echo’s through my mind, collapsing onto my stomach, unable to hold my weight up any longer.

Ark crouches down beside me, flicking my forehead.

“You’re not focusing.”

“It’s hard to with your grating voice in the background,” I snap, pressing my check against the floor as if I can feel the frozen ground beneath.

“I hardly speak during training.” I can hear the frown in his voice.

Heaving myself up into standing position, I collect my throwing knives, flipping one over in my hand.

“I’m just feeling light headed, okay?” I mutter. And I’m tired, and not climaxing daily really is starting to bother me, although Ark doesn’t need to know that detail.

“Drink water.”

“I have been,” I grumble. I drink water, I eat food. It’s Caspian that has muddled my head, and most importantly, it’s the weight of my obliga