Chapter Fifty One

The next morning arrived all too quickly, and as I lay in bed, I could feel the weight of the impending training settling upon me. This time, it wasn't Martha who woke me up with her gentle touch, but rather a harsh voice that cut through the silence.

"Get up, Naomi! Training starts now!" the voice barked, jolting me awake.

I blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden change in atmosphere. Standing before me was a stern-looking woman, her eyes filled with determination and a hint of impatience. She introduced herself as Lady Evelyn, my new instructor, and wasted no time in rushing me through my morning routine.

Barely given a moment to gather my thoughts, I was dragged to the bath, where Lady Evelyn scrubbed me down with a roughness that left my skin tingling. There was no time for relaxation or reflection, only a sense of urgency and a constant push forward.

Once I was dressed, Lady Evelyn led me through the palace corridors, her pace brisk and unforgiving. I struggled to keep up, my le