Kat POV
The door to my bedroom swung open and I jumped up from where I'd been sitting on the sofa in fright as a woman barged in, followed closely by a rather apologetic looking Jurgen.
“I'm sorry for the intrusion, Princess Katerina,” he began before the middle aged woman raised her hand in his direction and halted his apology.
“I am Madam Zametovka and I've been hired my King Mattias to remind you of your princess training,” the woman spoke slowly, her words dripping with condescension. “We will start now. You can go, guard.”
Jurgen looked at me for confirmation and I nodded, letting him walk away and close the door behind him.
“A princess does not laze about like a sloth,” Madame Zametovka waved her hand in the direction of the sofa.
“Oh, I was just…” I began to tell her that I
