Ella

This is fucked up, and I am pissed off. 

I readjust my position in the ridiculously comfortable, high-backed throne I’ve been seated in and curl my fingers around my knee. Hot sunshine beats down into a pit of shallow sand that’s currently being raked while the people arriving to witness my mate’s battle find seats in the stands. 

Above me, a pergola protects those sitting in the “royal box” from the sun, and before me is a beautifully decorated table full ...