Just then, a knock sounded.
“My lady, we have been sent to get you ready for today’s training,” a maid’s voice called from outside.
“Come in,” I ordered harshly.
I did not mean to sound that harsh, but what the maids had just said hurt my feelings. More than anything, I could not bear the thought of another woman’s eyes on Dravon.
A young maid stepped in, and at the sight of her, my vision blurred.
My head suddenly throbbed.
A sharp ringing filled my ears.
Something felt like it was pushing its way out of me.
Suddenly, I began to see everything about the girl.
Without meaning to, my mouth began to speak.
“You are not from here, young damsel. You lost your father on the day of your birth. You were sold by your own mother to the slave quarters because she could not care for you, an
