บท 33: Gwendolyn

The next day felt like hell

Despite my initial reluctance, Fiona insisted on pairing me up with Gwendolyn for sparring sessions. I had hoped to spend more time training with Sir Michael, but Fiona's persistence left me with no choice but to comply.

She showed up at my door before dawn, armed with wooden swords and a determined expression. Her insistent knocking roused me from my slumber, and I stumbled to the door in a daze, bewildered by her unexpected visit.

"What are you doing here?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I peered at her in confusion.

She rolled her eyes, a hint of impatience in her voice. "Grandmother said I should bring you along for my early morning training sessions."

"But it's still dark outside," I protested, blinking blearily at her.

Gwendolyn scoffed, her expression unimpressed. "And? Get dressed. We don't have all day."