ITHRA

I hadn’t set my eyes on Zadok since the last time at the Greenhouse. 

Despite his sudden disappearance, he stayed true to his words. 

My training with Athaliah continued. Every day, I returned to my quarters with an aching body. One thing was sure - I was getting better. 

With my constant training, I got better at defending myself, alongside learning valuable skills to add to my offence game.

I couldn’t lie. Athaliah was one hell of a teacher. She wasn’t my friend, and every lesson felt like an opportunity to show me how much of a weakling I was - compared to her. 

I took it with good...