A dangerous and filthy lie is prevalent throughout the land of Ralium. Nobles and Kings would have their subject believe that the kingdom resting in a time of peace. They say there is no war. No attacks. That there is no death, yet within this suppo...
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Aria fell on her knees. A horrid taste of dirt sweat filled her mouth as she slammed her fist on the ground. While gritting her teeth, she pushed herself off the ground. Her hands wrapped around the hilt of the dulled blade as she lifted her hands closer to her chest. She quickly charged and was sure to move on the balls of her feet.
Just as she got close, William wrapped his hand around hers, dodging her blade. All it took was a couple of hits against her stomach before she was back on her knees. William looked down at her, walking around her as he waited for her to stubbornly rise once more. The moment she was on her feet again, he was shocked to see her throw the blades on the ground.
"It's been a week," she shouted. "We've gotten nowhere. I haven't improved and you keep knocking me on my ass."
"I wouldn't say that," William said as he laughed. "Your language has definitely improved. But, it's going to take more than a week for you to improve. You're used to your old habits, and because of that it's going to take time for you to break them."
Bending down, he picked up the dagger. He spun it around his fingers for a moment before stopping it and handing it over to Aria. He turned around and began to walk towards the weapon rack. He ducked under the fence with Aria following him not too far behind.
The next pair of people hopped inside the circle, and Aria watched as they already began to raise their swords at one another. Clicking her tongue, Aria turned towards the weapons rack to return the daggers. But, she could feel the eyes of the men. Peaking over the rack, she spotted a group of men near the kegs staring and laughing in her general direction.
Aria quickly returned to William, only for him to be interrupted by one of his soldiers. He brushed her off for a moment, leaving her as he went to look at the document he was handed. She watched as he went into one of the nearby buildings, the one that he called the forge.
She leaned against the pool, watched the sweaty men grunt and groan as they swung their swords and axes. The smell of ash and dirt tingled her nose. Her eyes trailed down her own body, noticing the amount of dirt that had become caked in her skin.
A group of armored men walked past her. With turning heads, their eyes scanned her up and down. A few of their lips curved into a smile as they turned to their friends, pointing at her while making crude gestures with their bodies. Her body shivered the moment one of them proceeded to thrust his hips in the air.
Quickly, she made her way towards the door William went through. Just as she was about to reach for it, she collided with something hard. Lifting her head, she was shocked to see that it was William.
"Can we please go?" she asked while brushing off her shirt. William did the same, considering she just transferred a layer of grim onto his dark clothes.
"It's not like you to be in a rush," he stated. She noticed his light eyes wander over her head. She looked down at her hands, twisting and playing with her fingers while he remained silent. "Who did it and what did they do."
