Elaine swung her sword again, harder than before, the force of it carrying through her arms as if she could drive the frustration out with each strike. The impact echoed across the empty training ground, sharp and unrelenting. She had lost. The thought refused to settle, pressing against her with every movement. Elaine had never lost, not like this, not in front of everyone, and certainly not to someone who had just arrived.Her grip tightened as she struck again, faster this time, less controlled. It was not just the loss. It was what came with it. The attention shifting, the expectations slipping, the quiet sense that something she had always held was no longer entirely hers.The sword came down again, but this time her strength gave out with it. She dropped to the ground, breath uneven, chest rising and falling as exhaustion caught up to her. Sweat clung to her skin, strands of hair sticking to her face. She was no longer composed, no longer the image everyone expected, and for onc
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