Knock....Knock.... Knock.
Victoria stirred awake at the sound of persistent knocks on her room door. Her lashes fluttered open slowly, and she sat up on the bed with a faint groan, her expression already marred by irritation.
"Just who the hell is that?" she muttered under her breath, her voice low and groggy. Her gaze shifted around the room only to realize that her room has been enveloped in darkness. The night had fallen fully.
'Oh… could it be my brothers then?'she thought aloud with a soft sigh. 'Perhaps they've come to call me out for training.'
Reluctantly, she pushed herself off the bed, smoothed down her night robe, and walked towards the door. With a practiced motion, she unlatched it and pulled it open.
What she saw on the other side made her arch a brow in surprise. Standing there was none other than Mirabel, beside their mother, Mrs. Ashford, who was flanked by two young figures dressed in the standard uniforms that marked them as servants of the Ashford household.
