Arthur wouldn't even care that she had fought. He had only ever looked at Nnenna.
She had given it her all, and it still wasn't enough.
She stood up, dusted herself off, and bowed stiffly before walking off the stage without another word.
Alexei sighed, watching her retreat.
'Jealousy is a dangerous thing,' he thought again.
And today, it had cost Anya a lot.
Anya silently left the arena after the match. She walked with purpose, but there was a stiffness to her movements, her usual grace slightly faltering. Nnenna, having been watching her closely throughout the fight, noticed this and decided to follow her.
Anya, lost in her thoughts, didn't notice she was being followed. She made her way through the castle grounds, eventually arriving at a secluded pond with neatly arranged benches.
