Damien
I stretched my neck, staring blankly at the bright sun. I yawned for the umpteenth time, already feeling bored with the whole thing. If I had known, I wouldn't have agreed to any contests. I should have gone with the idea of simply picking Rosella with no stress. Now I had to wait until their cooking was completed.
"Quit complaining when you brought this upon yourself," Varak hissed, sounding irritated, as if he was angry about being stuck under the tent. "If you hadn't been so obsessed with having a stupid contest that could have been avoided, I'd be fucking one of the concubines right now. But no," Varak scoffed. "You just had to ruin everything for me!" he complained, then began humming.
"Quit complaining too," I yelled at him, but he didn't stop and continued whispering in my head.
