They had lost.
Their royal had been captured, Jason, had been captured.
And they had lost.
The minute Alisha saw the arena erupt in a flurry of blue ribbons and confetti, she felt herself freeze in complete and utter shock. Right in her line of vision, Zyean stood, still crunched into a fighting stance, looking ready to pounce with their stick angled back menacingly but their blonde brows were furrowed in confusion, breaking the intense focus that they had maintained throughout the match as they rose and looked around.
Alisha didn’t know what she felt in that moment…anger? Embarrassment? Jealously? Bewilderment? She didn’t know. All she knew was that there was a burning sensation beating through her veins, one that sparked with acerbic defiance in her nerves and made every muscle in
