-Amber-
My body was aching! The king and I had been training for a few days now, and I didn’t feel like I was making any progress. I really spent more time lying down on the mat than standing on it. However, he assured me that I was getting better, but something in me told me he was just trying to be nice. I wasn’t really born to fight, at least not with this body. I had a fighter’s soul, but not the form for it.
Yet I knew that the training wasn’t the only reason why my body had started to ache. My heat was creeping closer and closer, and I still hadn’t found a solution to it yet. If I didn’t find one soon, I knew what would happen. The king and I would have to deal with it physically, for however long it might last. Since I had pushed it for so long, I feared what kind of consequences
