Another day of training. And with that, a day closer to the moment I am trying not to think about. The day, The Lance wants to separate its lands and destroy the rest of the world.
It' already three in the morning when I finish the meditation session with Camila. For a woman her age, her stamina is better than mine.
Carol is waiting for me at the door, with a blue rose in his hand. The red, he says, is too much of a cliche, the blue one is prettier, more mysterious, like the night.
My exhaustion evaporates as I see him.
"You look dead. Still beautiful, but dead." He mocks me with a smirk.
"But unfortunately, I am alive." I answer with a dramatic sigh as I throw myself into his arms.
He kisses the top of my head and then lifts me up like a princess.
"What are you doing? Put me down
