I quit

Days had passed by in a blur. Aries continuously attended her sparring matches with Miguel, and just like the first time, her interactions with him didn't involve long conversations. It was mostly the two of them fighting; she never gave him the chance to talk.

TAK!

Aries stood several feet from her opponent, Miguel. She gazed down when she heard a faint noise as if something was cracking. The moment her eyes fell on the wooden sword in her hand, she caught the cracks crawling their way to her hand. 

It only took seconds before the wooden sword broke into multiple pieces. How fragile. 

"Your Majesty, we already spar six times in the course of a month and you broke your sword six times," Miguel pointed out, watching the pieces of wood fall to the ground. When he lifted his eyes to Aries, she was still staring at her hand.