GEMMA
I left my mother alone and instructed the maids to make sure that they gave her dinner. I needed some time to get my thoughts together and I was sure she needed time to adjust.
The next morning, I went to train. I got up early and began to work on the punching bag after a few laps around the palace. The training arena was oddly quiet and it felt stifling.
I heard footsteps and I turned to see Nate and George approaching. I stopped and watched them.
"You up for a match?" George asked. I glanced at Nate.
"Sure," I replied. This was my chance to let out some steam on the object of my anger and frustration. He prepared himself and then stood opposite me, his posture relaxed yet vigilant.
Thoughts were swirling in my mind as I stretched, reading myself. This training session was sup
