ELENA.
The camera's flashing lights were almost blinding. I was still getting used to publicity like this. I sighed as I stepped onto the red carpet, the fabric of my gown dragging silently against the floor. The dress was in my room this evening after I got back from a jog. I knew it was from Vardis, and he had good taste.
A reporter almost thrust a microphone into my mouth, her eyes gleaming with hunger for the best story.
"Elena! The rumors said you treated a dying guard during the trials. How did you do it? And how did you find yourself participating in the contest?" the reporter asked me.
I paused, offering a poised and practiced smile.
"It's easy. Saving lives has become a new thing for me recently. I saw that he needed help, and I immediately knew what to do.
As for how I fo
