Saving the Queen 8

Morning.

As I gathered everyone on the training grounds the next day, a myriad of emotions danced across the faces of those assembled.

Each individual seemed lost in their own thoughts, their expressions a tapestry of uncertainty and anticipation.

One particular gaze caught my attention—that of Alex, whose eyes widened as they fell upon Aria and Louise.

"H-Hi Alex…"

"L-Louise you were here? Miss Aria as well…"

It was clear that their interactions were fraught with tension, despite their attempts at cordiality.

The air between them crackled with unspoken words, lingering attachments, and a palpable sense of discomfort.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as I observed their strained interactions.

After all, weren't they supposed to be friends, or at least acquaintances, from their time at the academy?

I guess it was only natural for it to be like this now huh?