You were a higher up. Just right below the Tsaritsa and above every harbinger. You often liked to spar with them. Making sure to go easy. Since you still cared for them.

It was a blur. You remembered asking her to spar,and Rosalyn had an ego so she accepted. You had struck too hard and injured her badly. Leaving her bedridden for a few weeks. And too make it worse,there was a thunderstorm.

You quietly entered the room to see her curled up and crying.

“Fuck you..don’t come closer..”