ELARA The boys already training burst into laughter, the kind that was sharp, biting, and meant to slice at whatever pride I had left. Their voices carried across the ring like a cruel wind, each word meant to remind me I didn’t belong. That Bess’s brother was the kind of person destined for schools like these.Royal scum. “Why don’t you go home, Riven!” one shouted, clapping his friend on the back as if my very presence was a joke. “You don’t belong here.” “Try not to cry when Sylvester actually puts you in your place. I know someone has to this time!” Their words rained down like arrows, digging under my skin. My throat burned, but I swallowed the sound clawing to escape. I tightened my fist. Did these pack of iditots really think their words were weapons fashioned against me? If they really thought they’d win with their words then they had another thing coming. I adjusted my stance. I wasn’t leaving. I planted my feet, jaw set, shoulders squared. Rage bubbled under my ribs
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