Being beaten

I threw a soldier across the training yard, watching with satisfaction as he hit the dirt hard. Damn, I needed this. Each punch, each kick, each impact on flesh and bone, was a small release for the frustration boiling inside me.

The soldiers started backing off one by one, eyes wide with fear. Good. They should be scared. I was not in the mood to play nice.

This whole perfect match bullshit had me on edge. Of all the people in the world, why the hell did it have to be Aeliana? That prissy, goody-two-shoes was the last person I wanted to be tied to.

And Leora, in her infinite wisdom, had decided to turn off my magic to keep me from teleporting away. Great. Just fucking great. I couldn't even escape to my own damn castle without trudging through the kingdom on foot or by car.