MARIETTA
Crista took another deep breath and grabbed another knife from the table while I glanced at the other tables that had competitors standing in front of them and throwing knives. The person in charge of the contests was taking note of the people whose knife hit the target and where the knife hit it but he didn’t pay attention to Crista because we came here with members of the Imperial family.
I sighed as Crista continued throwing knives and I turned around before leaning against the table. “Do you want us to go back to the palace?” I asked. What Risa did had soured my mood and I no longer felt like participating in contests so I wouldn’t be surprised if Crista wanted to leave the town square too.
“No, not really.”
“Crista,” a voice called out and I glanced over my shoulder to se
