Whispers of the Arena

Zaroth was looking at the message from his bracelet.

The time for the sixth round had arrived.

He sighed as he lay on the bed. These past few days, while getting better at handling daggers, he had yet to decide what the next spell he wanted to learn would be.

"Tomorrow…" he muttered under his breath. A second later, Midnight came into his mind.

He wondered how she was feeling—had she sorted out her thoughts, perhaps?

Truthfully, he wanted to message her, but Luna had advised against the idea.

"But why?" he asked.

"Listen," she spoke while stretching her alluring body.

"You don't seem to really understand the feelings of women that well. She needs some time. But you don't have to be worried. I mean, she has already slept with you. It will just take her time to accept the fact that she is attracted to a human."

"How do you know that? Aren't you a dragon? How are you able to understand women's emotions then?" he countered.