Artemisia
My heart beats into my throat as I arrive on the training fields.
I look around but Fynn is nowhere to be seen.
‘Guess he sensed you were coming, and ran away from you,’ Cassy sneers, making my stomach turn.
“The stables.” A melodic voice tears me out of my thoughts, making me look at a bunch of warriors grinning at me.
“I’m sorry. What?” I ask confused.
The young warrior laughs, and his colleagues follow him. “You are looking for Fynn, aren’t you? He went to the stables.”
“Oh,” I say, nodding like a stupid toy. “Yes, thank you.”
I start walking towards the stable as another man shouts after me, making the men laugh again. “Good luck!”
“Thanks.” I wave without turning around, acting like it didn’t bother me.
‘How immensely respectful they are.’ Cassy laughs at
