Chapter 21
Hope
Kyle was no longer by my side. Instead, he was a few feet away sparring with one of the men. I had taken a seat on a box and grabbed a rag to clean the armory. Thankfully, my heels hurt less since I wasn't standing on them. But all my muscles hurt and my stomach kept on growling at me due to the lack of content in it.
I ignored the gnawing pain and did my task. Before this, I had never cleaned weapons but that didn't mean I didn't know how to. Back home, I used to be friends with a couple of guards and I would watch them wipe their weapons. I was just vexed about the fact that I was the one who was going to do such a task.
The men around had transitioned from gawking at me brazenly to whispering about me secretly. I wondered what they were thinking. They were probably
