The training room stretched about twenty meters wide, stripped of everything that had once made it grand, a space once fit for the queen of an aristocratic family.
In the center of the room crouched Haven, arms locked around her legs, holding herself together against the weight of exhaustion threatening to swallow her whole.
She had been in that room for more than a week. No sunlight. Not even a trace of it, and nothing around her suggested that was going to change anytime soon.
She had done nothing but train. Not just her muscles and her mind, her heart too. Ice had become her world. She ate in it, drank in it, breathed it, and slept in it as though it were second nature.
Haven had always gone along with whatever her father demanded of her, but this time was different. She didn't know what to do. She had failed against her colleague, collapsing from the sheer exhaustion of sustaining her activated Emotional State.
