I never thought I could look like this. When I was little I didn't think about nice clothes or looks and when I was old enough to care I was a slave so then it was useless. I had already accepted the fact of dying in an old piece of cloth, but of course this was before I met Tristan. I'm still curious about his very hard and cold side where everyone is talking about, but for now I focus on the side I know.
We make our way to the tribune where he'll be, I can't wait to see him again. But honestly, I'm still a little embarrassed for waiting so recklessly and naked in the room. I just blush by thinking about it again. The 2 girls next to me giggle at the sight of my shy face. We pass all sorts of tents when I feel the air thickening around me until our eyes meet. Tristan stands tall and has
