I'm in the training grounds, working with my spear and trying to work on a new form. I try a hard move, but I can't do it, and I start to get angry. My anger has always been a constant since I was young. I slam my spear on the ground and turn around, my gaze could kill. I grumble to myself and I storm off to your room. I push open the door and walk to the bed. I lay on the bed and bury my face in your pillow, your smell soothing me a little bit.

My father was a prominent officer in the empire, and yours was the top general. We were rivals, bur always had love for each other. Eventually, we grew older and started to grow together. In the past 3 months, I've started to notice you; not as a friend.

I sigh and hold the pillow close to me. I start to fall asleep, the anger alive, but not prominent. As I fall asleep, I hear the door open. My eyes are too heavy to care ans notice.