The Empire of Reimia (3)

The night before the Competitive event, Parphinora couldn't fall asleep for a long time. And when she finally did, sleep didn't bring her any relief... She dreamed that she was commanding Rheima's army. Facing her was Larian's army. It was the main battle, and the fate of the empire depended on it. Somehow, even though they were separated by a great distance, she could see the commander of Larian's army, but she couldn't make out his face because of the helmet that hid it. The battle began, and everything merged into some kind of chaos from which nothing could be discerned. Soon, she saw Larian's soldiers approaching her headquarters and tried to run away, but she was running very slowly, and the soldiers caught up with her in two jumps. Grabbing her, they dragged her to the enemy commander's tent. Throwing her on the ground – she felt so weak that she couldn't even get up on her knees – they left and left her alone with the man in the helmet. "I'm not surprised at all, Parphinora," a voice came from the helmet. "I always knew that leadership wasn't for you. You should have let someone who was born for it do it." "From... from where do you know me?" "I said I would be watching you," the officer took off his helmet, and she recognized Romeo with horror. "N... no, it can't be..." "It can, Parphinora. You are an arrogant upstart from a family that has lost all real significance. What did you hope to achieve by trying to outdo me, the descendant of the noble Helsward family? And to think that you humiliated me in front of the whole class by overtaking me in the race for the position of president!" Parphinora, on trembling legs, got up from her knees: "You will never break my spirit! You can destroy my body, but not my will!" "I can destroy your body," a sinister smile played on Romeo's lips, "but I have other plans for it." As if from nowhere, a small knife appeared in his hands. He approached Parphinora and made several cuts on her uniform – after which, the now useless clothes fell to the ground. "What are you doing?!" "I'm putting you in your place." Romeo approached her – the girl didn't remember how tall he was, but in the dream, he was much taller than her – and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a kiss full of love and tenderness – it was a greedy, passionate kiss that emphasized his control over her. Breaking the connection of their lips, he forcefully grabbed her hands, turned her around so that she was facing away from him, and pushed her onto a table with a tactical map and other documents. Parphinora remained lying face down on the table, unable to move, and felt Romeo approaching her from behind, felt something hot touching her lower back... Parphinora woke up in her bed, soaked in sweat, with ragged breathing. After a while, she realized that her sheets were wet not only from sweat... "Alarion, what's happening to me?" she thought with anxiety and tried to fall asleep again.

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(this is instead of role-playing discussion of tactics, it's much more useful)