Yvonne smiled at the sight of the purring cat as it rubbed its head against Taylor.
From what he had mentioned earlier, she had a good idea about their first encounter.
The Royal Academy, at the end of each month, would gather their students and bring them to the thick and heavily-populated woods behind their premises to train the young boys.
They not only taught survival training but also helped them learn how to defend themselves against wild animals.
Many noble families had raised their objections towards subjecting their pampered sons to such harsh treatments.
The boys were too young to learn how to face wild animals and there was no saying what would take place in such dangerous situations.
However, the Dean of the Academy, Aramis Brodie, the man who had been the highest authority there and had run that place for more than three decades, had never paid any heed to their opinions.
Title somehow gave me 'When Harry met Sally' feels... (/~\)