Wysteria POV
"Are you sure you are doing this?"
I stretched my legs and arms, bending my body back and brought my legs up, spinning them mid-air.
My body's mobility and stretchability are still the same.
"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Sir Maverick grabbed hold of my feet, lifting me off the ground.
"Mave! I am doing my set." I dangled and lifted my body, reaching his hand that was grabbing my legs.
Maverick growl and hold his ground.
"I am talking to you, lass. Are you sure you are doing this?! This is no laughing matter!" Maverick gestured to the 'future heads' of the noble households who claimed me a fake.
Also known as an imposter.
"I am dead serious, plus I haven't warmed up in a while. They will be a good stepping stone."
The 'future heads' frowns. Their eyes burnt
