The Next Morning…

/–Zara–/

The clang of metal against metal reverberated throughout the training yard.

I entered the training grounds and found him—Maleek.

Even from a distance, I could sense the agitation emanating from him. His blows were wild, uncontrolled… desperate. With each swing of his sword, I could witness the guilt behind his anger.

He hadn't talked to me in days, not since that night—so why was I here, carrying a tray of newly cooked food like some lovestruck ...