In just a few weeks of her training with Camelot, Angela could feel that she was getting stronger and it made her glad. She could now hold her own for a few minutes. Though she had not been able to land any blows on Camelot during their practice, she knew that it was only a matter of time. Camelot was a big man and he was fast but she was faster and more nimble because she was smaller and it has always been her strength back when she was Marylee.Camelot was standing over her like her lord as he glared at her on the floor with that dark scowl of his on his face, “Aren't you getting up? We just started and you are giving up already?" "Please” Angela groaned as she rolled on to her back. She knew when to give up and accept defeat and the time is now. “You are too brutal"“The same complaint over and over again. No one is stopping you from giving up and putting an end to your training".“Never" Angela snapped she pushed herself into a sitting position to glare back at him, “No way am I

Angela expected to wake up in so many places —- the cold floor of a dungeon, tied up to a chair in a dark building and so on — but where she woke up was in a beautiful room and on a bed. How? Angela was lying on her back and she could feel a dull ache at the back of her head; her head was wrapped up because of the blow she took. She did not know how long she's been out or whose room she was in now.Whether she was saved from that woman and the men that came for her by Lothar's men or if the woman succeeded in taking her away.Only thing she knew was that she was alive and still in one piece and even if her head felt like it weighed a ton, it was another day to be grateful that she was still in the land of the living. She tried to sit up on the bed, it was supposed to be a chore and Angela was very ready to struggle but soft and warm hands reached out to help her up. She had not noticed that she was not alone in the room; there's a woman sitting on a chair beside the bed. The person