Can She Fight? Absolutely Not!

A deep breath exited Ayana's nose as she played with the candlelight.

Sparkles like dust whirled off her fingers, gently dancing with the little fire.

"Ayana, what are you doing?!" Damon, who had just walked into the chamber, quickly rushed up to her and snapped the fire off.

"Why did you do that, brother?" Absolutely not happy, she quickly asked, and Damon pinched between his brows.

"Are you out of your mind? Magic is forbidden here, and you and I, of all people, know who Raman is. If we are ever found out, we will be shot dead before we even make it out of the city wall."

"Up at that city wall, he has at least a thousand men, whose spears and arrows are ready to pierce through the hearts of his enemies, and I am pretty sure that you do not want to have such a pathetic death. So if you know what's best for you, keep your powers hidden and stay low until we have finished what we came here for. Do you understand?"

He warned, and Ayana slowly nodded her head.

"Yes, I understand."

"Also, be careful of that royal warrior from earlier. I can sense very bad energy and death from him. So stay as far away as possible from him, because I know you most probably have some kind of interest in him."

He warned yet again, and Ayana shrugged.

"What can I say, brother? He's a very handsome man, and his demeanor interests me so much. He appears to be the least interested in me of all the men. Can you imagine? Upon my unmatchable beauty."

She chuckled softly, and Damon rubbed his temple in deep stress.

"For goodness' sake, Ayana, not every man will fall for your charm, so accept it!"

He sneered at her and walked towards the bed to lie down.

"Shut the door for me while you make your way out. Thank you." He said to her and Ayana rolled her eyes before walking out of the chamber and shutting the door behind her

She strolled towards her own chamber and pushed the door open.

She stepped inside, shut the door behind her, and took off the coat she wore, leaving her in only the white satin nightgown she wore.

She ambled towards the bed, and with a deep breath exiting her mouth, she plopped into the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and drifted off to sleep.

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[The next day]

Yennefer awoke from her sleep a bit late in the morning and rubbed her eyes.

She blinked her eyes open and almost jolted back in fear when she saw Livia and Masha standing with smiles on their faces.

"Time for your bath, my lady." They said to her, and before she could relax, they grabbed her arms and dragged her out of bed.

They hurried her into the bathroom, took the nightgown off her body, and had her step into the warm bath.

They gave her a thorough bath, and once they were done, they cleaned her up and smeared her body with some nice oil.

They pulled out her clothing for the day, and the moment Yennefer glimpsed it, her brow arched in confusion.

"What's that for?" She asked, quite confused, as she knew that they normally dressed her up in satin dresses.

So... why the training attire today?

"Oh... apologies for not telling you earlier, but today, his majesty wants to witness you battle with his best warriors to see your potential."

Livia explained, and, confused for a moment, Yennfer stood, staring down at her.

"Wha-what do you mean by that?" She asked, and Livia shrugged.

"Nothing more than you will have to battle one of Gavaria's best warriors today. His majesty will like to see your potential, and so will his highness, his majesty's brother."

She explained further, and Yennefer stayed silent, no longer uttering a word.

Is she scared? Yes, she is!

True, she has all the memories, techniques, and everything from the Yennefer who used to own the body.

But... does that mean she can fight? Absolutely not!

I mean, she does need physical strength.

But hold on. She's just the soul, right? So her physical strength has nothing to do with her.

Maybe it's like knowing what to write in an exam, and all you have to do is just lift the damn pen, and there you go.

It's probably the same in this situation. She knows the technique and how to fight. So all she has to do is to lift the sword, and whew, she's good to go.

She thought to herself and her once saddened face, quickly lit up in a smile.

"I'm ready." She said, and the maids nodded at her before wrapping the brown belt around her waist to give her some shape.

Her training clothes were a combination of brown pants and white wool clothing that reached her thigh length and had a belt wrapped around it at her waist.

Livia grabbed onto the rubber band and, carefully, she brushed her hair and tied it up into a ponytail.

"There you go. You look ready now."

She smiled at her, and Yennefer nodded as she slipped her feet into her shoes.

A long, profound breath exited her nose and she stepped out of the chamber.

The guards situated at her door chained her wrists, then, together, they all proceeded towards the training ground.