“Once King Raithen hears of your incredible performance in Yet’hoda, you might be picked by him.”
Those were Tallahir’s words. The chance of Morielle being picked was slim, even though she was the only woman in Yet’hoda… even if he heard about her. He might be curious, but that wouldn’t be enough for him to pick her as one of his trusted saighs. Significant word was trust. She should earn it, but that would be impossible with her zero chances to even meet him since she was cooped up in the training field. Unless she was in the battlefield, she might have an opportunity then.
Morielle sighed as she twisted and turned in her bed. She was thinking how she could have this chance to be in the battlefield when she suddenly heard a knock on her door, followed by shouts.
“Get up! Get your butts
