Vivian
Yawning, I stretched and sat up on the bed. My heart and mind were heavy after hearing Finn’s sleep-talking. I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. Finn was gone but he’d neatly folded everything on the couch.
I imagined there was still plenty of security around the cottage. Any other day, I would be annoyed but I could feel how empty and quiet the cottage was without Marian. I was really alone here.
It would be nice to have a day to myself.
I made some tea and sat on the front porch reading ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ in French. I had a wool blanket over me, my legs curled up on the porch couch.
My father always insisted I be well educated in language and art. He prioritized my mental training and education over anything combat-related. That’s probably why I was so easil
