Mila’s POVThe time rushed past far too quickly. One moment I was sitting beside Vaelor, forcing myself to finish the last bite of food and ignore his glares.The next the arena horn sounded, a deep, haunting note echoed throughout the palace.Every conversation stopped. The spectators hurried back toward the massive arena, eager for the final event.Sera squeezed my shoulder. “It’s time.”I nodded.This was it, the last trial and I wouldn’t be underestimated again and finally live in a little peace.I stood up, dusting off my white dress before fastening my sword securely at my waist.My dagger rested against my thigh and my palms were sweaty not because I was afraid of fighting.Because I couldn’t afford to lose, I quickly adjusted my braids and Vaelor rose beside me. “You remember what I taught you?”I smiled faintly. “Don’t think, make sure to act fast and be ruthless.”He nodded once. “And?”I sighed dramatically. “If they’re stronger use their strength against them.”“And?” He
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