We were in the palace’s private gym, alone, training. I enjoyed the training, we went crazy punching, the punching bags. We played our favourite songs, incredibly loud. It helped us train. After awhile, we stopped, and turned the music down, so we could have a break and drink water. I sat on a bench and leaned against a wall, with Kenneth doing the same.
“I am not going to ask you how you are doing. I can tell how you are doing, but if you ever need to talk, then I am right here,” Kenneth said, before taking a drink of his water.
“I will always come to you, my parents want me to go to them, but there are things I think will be quite weird for me to speak to them about,” I chuckled.
“Yeah, like s*x,” Kenneth blurted out, elbowing me.
“Shut up, I don’t think about that kind of thing.”
