Trishal’s POV
"Arrrrrrrrrgh!" I groaned in pain as I fell to the ground again.
"Seems our princess is not cut out to be a warrior after all," Mikhail teased as he knocked me down. Again.
This torture had been going on for the past hour in the name of sparring. At least that's what Kylan said we would be doing after training each day.
I've been in high spirits these past few weeks, and now this hulk of a fool had taken it all away.
I glowered at him from the floor, my eyes brimming with determination to end this.
"Why don't you come at me, pretty?" he cooed at me in his annoying Scottish accent, with a demeaning smile.
I was beginning to think the female instructor had a hidden dislike for me, seeing she always paired me with Mikhail during training.
He is always brutal for no reas
