==COMPLETED==
"I don't need a man to take care of me,"
With a big smirk on my face I speak out the last bit of my sentence. "I am the man."
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The kingdoms of Orena are starting to see hard times. They've started to slowly get...
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By the time the guards that had the earliest training today were done, Reyna had still not gotten up.
Knowing that eye-roller, she will try killing me when I wake her up. But she is needed in the field in a few minutes. So I pray to whoever is with me today and get ready for the biggest mistake I will ever make.
"Reynaaa..." I whisper out quietly, slowly approaching her body that is laying in a fetus position.
She pulls up the blanket over her head and I let out a big sigh.
My balls will be in danger after this.
"REYNA!" I yell out and kick her side. Not too hard to hurt, but to definitely get her up.
She quickly sits up with the biggest killer glare ever. Her eyes focus on me and her face is the epitome of the word "killed on sight."
A loud gulping sound can be heard - from me, and I slowly back out of the tent. Hoping I won't lose my family jewels today.
"Eh, we have training in fifteen minutes," another loud gulp when she slowly gets up, her stare still on me. "And everyone is basically waiting on you."
I look behind me towards the only exit and take a run for it.
Just before I get out I feel a hard kick, straight on my ass.
I lose my balance and fall forward on my neck outside the tent. Looking upside down to the tent I see her glare at me once more and closing the zipper aggressively.
"Fuck you! I could have slept ten more minutes!"
I sit the right way and rub at my neck, surely a scowl plastered on my face. It does hurt a lot but at least my crotch was saved from the kick.
Right about now I need caffeine.
As the kind best friend I am, I go and put some leftover porridge in a bowl for her.
I add her desired cinnamon and sugar in there and start my wait on the sleeping devil.
This porridge could use some butter.
While waiting I look up and see the clouds ruling over the sky. Mid-spring is usually either really sunny and cheery or cloudy and gloomy.
Though for our situation, it's better that it isn't too hot. It'll be more suitable to train without having to sweat off your ass every second.
Finally after over fifteen minutes she comes out, somewhat awake with big ruffled clothes.
That is stealing meany.
I keep my mouth shut and give the already cold porridge to her, but it seems the devil is too tired to care if it was warmed.
She gulps down it fast enough that a stranger would be impressed, unless you actually lived and saw with your own eyes how the devil eats.
