NELISSA’S POV
I can still hear the noise from the training ground as the men exert themselves under the blazing sun.
It sounds distant, though, from the safety of the tent where Gareth and I are alone as he tends to my wounds.
“I'm sorry about Sigfridt. He's a bit…impossible at times. For some reason, he has decided he doesn't like you and doesn't want to give you a chance.” He dips the cloth he's holding in a bowl of water beside him and leans forward on his seat as he gingerly cleans up the matted streaks of blood from my shoulders.
While my intention behind joining the army is in alignment with Sigfridt's and the rest of the soldiers, I never forget that no one here really knows who I am. Ironically, Sigfridt's contempt towards me means he is the only one aware enough to see through
