Chapter Thirty-Six – Chore
"The next time…" Laurel panted. "…. I meet Frida… I really want to… punch her so hard….she'd….she'd…." Her legs gave up and she fell face down.
Valkyrie stood above her, with a disappointed expression. "That Prince Sorren said 'running around this quarters ten times' is your duty, every three hours."
The words leaving Valkyrie's lips made her reconsider. "Well, it sounds tough but it's like training. If you want to touch Frida, you should, at least, run seven times. This is only your fourth."
Only her fourth? Laurel guffawed. Of course, it'd sound easy coming from a Lead warrior. She's to run ten times around a plot of land at top speed. She laid on her back, gazing at the skies. "At least, this is the only chore I have. I shouldn't be complaining."
Valkyrie studied her, before laying down with her. "It is strange that this is your only chore."
