Ilyana wiped the sweat from her forehead. The girl leaned her hands on the stone railing of the balcony, examining the surroundings of the royal castle. The muscles were buzzing, the hands were shaking from fatigue and tension. Keeping the wings folded on her back took a lot of effort, but Ilyana stubbornly forced herself to exercise several times a day. Together with fatigue and physical tension, these moments brought her calm. Kyrian, like the Lord, demanded that she quickly learn to control her flying limbs, and did not disturb her for most of the day. Ilyana sighed and tensed again - feathers rustled on the stone tiles. New, previously unfamiliar muscles tensed, beginning to ache and tremble. Heavy wings rose above the floor. Tensing, Ilyana opened her wings, stretching them as wide as possible. This succeeded for only a few moments - and they sank to the floor again.“It’s okay, I’ll succeed,” the girl threw her hair behind her back and headed towards the door.Having ordered the
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