Kaelen’s POV
Thunder clapped in the distance, followed by a flash of lightning. I stood by the window, my gaze fixed on the droplets of rain that trickled down the glass of the window.
The rain was a representation of what I felt inside. What the last couple of days have done to me.
I failed.
Not in two days but in five.
Only two days left until the duel.
My sword laid on the shelf at the side, carrying the weight of my failure. I clenched my fist, my frustration brewing inside of me. “My lady, it’s time for breakfast,” Hazel announced.
“My lady?” she called out softly.
“I’ll skip,” I simply said.
“My lady, you need food to-”
I turned to her, and she shrank back. “I apologize, my lady.” She lowered her head.
I grabbed my sword and headed out, not bothering with any cover. The co
