106: Training

Olivia's POV

I woke up from sleep to a knock at my door. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and looked around. André had gone to his meeting, but he still wasn't back.

The knocking came again, and I was roused to get up from bed and answer the door.

I opened it, and a maid stood there. She smiled sweetly at me as I rubbed my eyes.

"Miss Olivia, I am sorry to wake you up, but your presence is needed downstairs."

My eyes went agog. Why? What was going on?

I tried to ask more questions, but the maid hurried away to do something else. I said nothing and got dressed. Whatever I was being called for had better be something good. I was famished.

I went downstairs and saw two tall, athletic people seemingly waiting for me. I looked closer and saw that they were a middle-aged man and a woman with a pixie haircut.

They were clad in tough leather armour and stood at attention as they had been in the military. My heart leapt into my throat as I approached them, but they gave me a courteous bow that made me