~Nyla’s POV~
‘You do,’ Mira murmurs softly in my head.
“I haven’t trained before,” I confess quietly. “I know I need it, and I want to, but…”
‘You feel like you aren’t strong enough,’ she cuts in gently.
I hesitate for a second before answering. “Yes.”
There’s a brief pause, before she continues.
‘Then try. There’s no harm in trying… or so they say.’
My lips press together, my gaze dropping to the ground.
“What if I fail?”
‘What if you don’t?’ she says softly. ‘You don't become strong overnight. That kind of strength and skill comes from constant practice.’
I let out a soft hum, breathing out slowly, then turn to the guard. “This doesn’t change anything,” I mutter, my tone low, almost defensive.
He doesn’t react. He just stands there, watching and waiting.
I hold his gaze for
