Alya POV
I was really tired after gym. After we had showered, separately if I may add, Leo and I went back to the palace for breakfast. He apparently slept in one of the rooms in the palace after their drinking session last night. And Dad was forgiving when he only had one glass because we would be having our first training today.
“Are you okay, Alya?” Mom asked worriedly. For the life of me, I could not lift my arms to feed myself.
“I’ll be okay, Mom.” I sighed and then forced myself to munch on the fruit slices I have on my plate. I didn’t even have the energy for chitchat. Dad, John, and Leo, who were discussing something about national security, must have heard me groan when I adjusted my sitting position. They all looked at me with worry.
“After breakfast, take some painkillers.”
