Roshan stood with cold sweat running down his back. He didn’t even bother to breathe with the Princess’s cold eyes straight on him.
“You are early!” Hera said with sarcasm before she took her eyes away from him, walking deeper into the gym.
Roshan stood there looking at her. He didn’t know if he should follow her or wait for her.
“What are you waiting for?” A soft voice flowed into his ears urging his feet.
When he was two metres away from where she stood.
Hera turned around abruptly
“Fight me!” She said with her hands behind her back as she narrowed her eyes.
Roshan felt like he suddenly lost his idea of life.
Where was the dignity that everybody spoke about concerning this Princess.
Fight her!, why would she ask for a fight suddenly?
Roshan stared at her waiting for her to correct herself.
Hera smirked “Should I make the first move?”
Before the boy could grasp what was going on.
A ray of light shot at him.