NELISSA’S POV
Gareth asked me to rest when I tried to join training at the perimeter last night so this morning, while the rest of the ranks are training, I take a seat by the concrete raising built around the monument of one of the older kings. It is the only structure of substance standing in Eckgan.
I haven't seen Gareth all morning and I am a subject to Sigfridt's scrutinizing gazes and hateful glares. It's not like I am not used to it.
I watch the first batch of contestants duel in the pit. My eyes follow their every moment, as I make a prediction for the possible winner and when he does win, I am on my feet, cheering and yelling and forgetting that I am a woman, that I am in fact, a mother of one.
In cases like this, one would think life is good, which is what I am feeling right
