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Melissa Spatiatis. Once I look, I am already being stared at. Both men and women. I can barely hold the glass in my hands as I exhale. I don’t know which is scarier, the amphitheatre where every ruler was judging me or here, where they are judging me once again? If I feel this way, I wonder how King Dimitrio feels. He was attacked from both sides; the trauma of his dead mother was brought forth and laid out for everyone to give their opinions. And yet, he is asked to fight that wolf who looks like he eats other wolves for snacks. I believe King Dimitrio is powerful and versed at the arts of war but I am concerned. Gently, I try to look for Elizabeth, she was supposed to wait while I left to get another cup of wine for both of us. Now, she is nowhere to be found and I am trying not to se