Olivia's POV
I teleported and appeared in my room. As if they had been waiting for my return, it didn't take five minutes before the door pushed open and Mother walked in. I knew she had sensed my presence through my scent. Ignoring her, I began removing my shoes, but she stepped forward and stood in front of me. I expected her to be furious… to yell at me… but she didn't. Instead, she wore a blank expression and just stared. Rolling my eyes, I stayed seated on the bed, waiting for her to speak. Finally, she drew in a sharp breath and moved to sit beside me.
"Lord Frederick was here," she muttered. I frowned, waiting for her to continue.
"He is promising doom, Olivia… He says he gives you three days, and if you don't agree to be his… he will invoke the spirit of the vow."
I turned to face her. "What does that mean?"
Mother's eyes flickered with fear. She hesitated, as though speaking the truth aloud would make it real. At last, she whispered,
