Chapter 583 - Training (2)

When Olivia and Kaizan were going to their bedchamber the previous night after having dinner, which was served by her, she heard them talking about warrior training. How could she leave an opportunity to show to Kaizan that she could train better? Though she never had interest in getting trained as a warrior because she was more interested in socializing and cooking and glamorizing herself, but now that Kaizan demanded it out of Olivia, she wanted to show that she was an eager candidate. 

She woke up early in the morning and had woken up her maids too. She had ravaged through her clothes to find something that could be fit enough for the training, but there was nothing. Peeved at the lack of clothes, she had torn a black gown and converted into a tunic and paired it with black slacks that were actually warmers. Her tunic was open in the front with ribbons attached to both the sides. She had asked her maid to tighten the lace around her breast and then wore the tunic. The tunic neckline was designed in a way that the upper swells of her breasts only peeked, hinting at her voluptuousness. She had pinned her hair up and removed all her jewelry. She was sure Kaizan would come to visit Olivia over there. Moreover, she decided that she needed a seamstress as soon as possible to stitch proper training dresses for her. 

Bernice had spied on every movement in the house and when Finn came, she knew it was time to come out of the room. He was sitting in the room. She bowed to him and with a smile enquired, "I believe you have come to give training to Olivia." 

Finn gave her his telltale sarcastic look and nodded once, tightly. 

"Yesterday, my cousin also asked me if I could join her," she lied… easily. It wouldn't matter if they came to know about her lie, but she was sure that Olivia would never ask Finn. 

Finn raised an eyebrow. 

She sat down on the sofa opposite to him and donning a smile said, "I will wait for Olivia to come. We will go to the training house together."

Finn narrowed his eyes and sardonically said, "Didn't your cousin say that she will be trained in-house?" 

Olivia jerked her head back in surprise. So, the little bitch will be treated royally? She rubbed the back of her neck and pursed her lips. "Olivia doesn't reveal so much information. She loves to embarrass me…" her lips curved down. 

Finn's face softened. "If you like you can go to the training house. A servant will escort you. There are two soldiers over there who will train Olivia." 

"Oh!" Bernice clasped her hand. "Thank you! I will go right away." She got up as Finn directed a servant to take her to the training house in the estate. 

Right now, she was watching, no, drooling, at the two soldiers who were parrying with each other. The metal clanked against each other and she cringed at every sound, but she steeled herself to watch it intently. It had been almost half an hour and she hadn't asked a question or joined them. Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she saw the door opening and Olivia walked in with Finn. When her gaze met with Olivia's, she just shrugged at the way she stared and brushed her tunic. 

The soldiers stopped and bowed to Olivia. They were absolutely the most muscular, tall, broad shoulders soldiers and had very handsome features. She was sure that the two were a rage amongst young girls in the capital. 

"This is Vrig and this is Noq," said Finn. "They will teach you some basic movements and then advance onto the tougher ones. They head the training house for the warriors in the capital." 

Olivia bowed to both of them out of courtesy even though it wasn't needed. She was more than ready for her training. She was very surprised when she saw Bernice over there, but she chose to ignore her. 

When Finn left, Vrig asked her what she knew about sword fighting or any other weapon. Olivia revealed her skill level. When he asked Bernice, she giggled. "I am new. You have to teach me the basic movements."

"In that case, you should start with running," Vrig replied.

Bernice's mouth fell to the floor. She wasn't ready to run. She wanted to pick up the sword and start fighting. "But—" 

Vrig turned to Olivia. "M'lady, would you like to warm up?" 

"Of course," she replied. This was the first thing they did before training. 

"There's a nice trail that leads up the hill in the estate. We can run there and come back," Vrig said. 

Fifteen minutes later, Vrig, Noq and Olivia were running up the trail with Bernice huffing and puffing and cursing behind them. And Olivia—she was in no mood to spare her. 

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Kaizan had left for his duties as a General after he had breakfast. Before leaving he had laid the training clothes for Olivia on the bed. They consisted of a black tunic with high collar and full sleeves and black slacks that covered till her ankle. Her black boots hugged her calves. Once he was convinced that she would be fully covered in this and even the two soldiers who would train her won't be able to see anything, he took a deep breath of satisfaction and left. He also had to call the seamstress to take her measurements. He had so many designs in his mind but the one that he had zeroed in was by far the sexiest. 

In his official chamber, Kaizan couldn't sit for a second. The design of the nightdress and how it would look on Olivia plagued his mind. His anxieties grew when he thought that she would be training with two soldiers. Even though he had marked her, claimed her, she was simply too beautiful and bountiful to be left alone with two men. He knew that Finn might have come back after showing her the training house, and that made him all the more anxious. 

With a frustrated breath, he looked at the pile of documents on his table that comprised of several immigration papers, political requests, pardon and execution requests amongst others. It reminded him of Bernice's request to meet Murtagh. He thought of asking Ileus about it. He didn't want to deny Bernice from meeting Murtagh because the peace treaty was too new. 

For the next one hour, he focused as much as he could on the documents, but when he looked up, his anxiety to be with his mate returned. For a moment he sympathized with Ileus' condition and mentally chided Anastasia for leaving him for so long. The man became unbearable without her. He scoffed. He would never be that unbearable. He might be miserable, but not unbearable. The thought that Olivia might leave him messed up with his mind. He wanted to be with her, cuddle her and kiss her and smell her and then wedge his cock inside her, in that order. He gave an exasperated sigh. He didn't know that mates had that kind of power. All the jokes that he ever made on his friends, were back on him.. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "Olivia, you will be the death of me!"