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Artemisia

My heart beats into my throat as I arrive on the training fields.

I look around but Fynn is nowhere to be seen.

‘Guess he sensed you were coming, and ran away from you,’ Cassy sneers, making my stomach turn.

“The stables.” A melodic voice tears me out of my thoughts, making me look at a bunch of warriors grinning at me.

“I’m sorry. What?” I ask confused.

The young warrior laughs, and his colleagues follow him. “You are looking for Fynn, aren’t you? He went to the stables.”

“Oh,” I say, nodding like a stupid toy. “Yes, thank you.”

I start walking towards the stable as another man shouts after me, making the men laugh again. “Good luck!”

“Thanks.” I wave without turning around, acting like it didn’t bother me.

‘How immensely respectful they are.’ Cassy laughs at me, and I keep myself from halting in my tracks, even if it was a mean blow.

‘Feeling particularly mean, Cassy? How nice to see you in top form again.’ I try to hide how hurt I am as I try to reach the place