Chapter 9. The Mors Map

A sigh of relief washed over us as the next few days passed. Everything that had been prepared for was about to take place. No authority was interfering with the destiny I had accepted for so long. There's no king keeping tabs on me. No prince or husband would ever risk his life by doing something I didn't give them permission to do.

Me, alone, in the weight room. Taking in the season's best from the arena over the past winter, spring, summer, and fall.

What I saw was nothing but wounded and dead warriors, as well as a few victorious ones.

The arena proved fatal for the vast majority of the delegates.

The tournament, which will take place in a week, will take place in the middle of the snow month, just like the winter arena I grew up in.

In Mors's woods, ten competitors from ten different regions would square off to determine who would emerge victorious. The group would be split in half, with five players on each side. In Septen, five people would work to defend the city's six towers