If we sparred

MARILYN

It was already evening, I had spent a long time in my room, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

The sound of swords clashing outside made me sigh. The warriors were sparring.

I should go join them instead of spending my time here doing nothing but I didn't want to stand up at this moment.

Sighing, I reached for the antique black comb on the dresser and gently drove it through my hair, untangling the knots that had formed

After brushing it for a few minutes, I set it back on the table and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't look any better than when I was in bold bite pack. There was only one difference. This version of me was stronger and didn't care about the opinion of others. I would prove to them that I was strong.

Well if I wasn't going to train this evening, I might as well put my room in order. Standing up, I went to the bed when a knock sounded.

“Come in,” I said, irritated.

The door was pushed open and a maid walked in noiselessly.

“Miss Marilyn,” the