My ankle has now swollen to the point that the chain around my ankles is now tighter than it has ever been. I cannot feel my legs as I prepare for my match which is in the next few hours.
I’m wearing the dirty clothes from my match yesterday, not like I have much choice either way. Besides, I could care less. Not when I am literally stepping out to die especially since Adrian had broken my staff into two just last night so it is basically useless.
A faint sigh escapes my lips as I begin to tie my hair into a rough bun. Just then I hear a knock on my door. I know it’s not king Sven since he does not knock, so it could probably be Adrian again coming to laugh at my face before I die in my upcoming match.
Before I can say anything, the door twists open and Maggi steps in.
“Gracious ce
