-Lara-
“You want to get stronger, don’t you?” I look at the queen as she speaks, but my mind feels foggy, and my vision is blurry. She has been teaching me to shoot lately, but now she has suddenly switched to fighting, knocking me off my feet and giving me another lesson. I can only nod in response.
“Then eat. I won’t train you until you do.”
I slowly shook my head. Today’s training hadn’t gone well, and I wasn’t surprised the queen had picked up on the fact that I had stopped showing up for dinner. So here I was, sitting in the kitchen, staring at a sandwich. A poorly made one that I had no appetite for.
Deep down, I knew something wasn’t right. No healthy person would skip meals or sleep. They took care of themselves. I didn’t, but a growing fear resided within me that I knew didn’
