Rhea
Over the next couple of days, my routine remains the same, unchanging.
I wake up pretty early, get my chores done, freshen up, feed Aidan before leaving him with the twins’ mother who has assured me countless times that watching him is no bother at all. Then I follow the twins and their dad to the training ground. By evening, and after hours of rigorous training, I go back utterly exhausted, but determined to continue, for the sake of myself and my son.
There’re times I think about how since I've been going to train with them, they’ve only been giving me odd jobs to do, tasks that are in no way relating to me being able to defend myself, and definitely nothing that has to do with what I expected.
I try to keep my head down, be a good disciple, and a malleable student — only to h
