“Are we sure it’s been a week?” Lyria groaned. The contestants were all gathered in a room none of them had ever seen before, a two story theatre with a setup similar to the Keeping, except that the benches were anything but simple wood. They each had beautiful and plush cushions lining the seats and the theatre stage had matching curtains.
“Unfortunately,” Ravelina replied, sitting next to her and dangling her legs over the side of the stage. “Come tomorrow, you and I will have to stand up here and smile while noblemen ask us questions I had to answer back when I was in primary school,” she chuckled. “Except I didn’t have to wear a ball gown to school.”
“That’s why I preferred Warrior training. No ball gowns, no questions. When there were questions, I pretty much answered them with my
