Mrs. Jacinth, The Spy

The next morning, Yvonne was up before the sun could peek through the horizon.

Her biological clock had adjusted to the timing of her training which meant that Mrs. Jacinth did not have to come over ahead of time each day to wake her up.

The days that she would grumble and whine to be left alone were long gone as she would now be up before the maid could enter the room.

Today as well, Mrs. Jacinth had entered the room and found the young miss sitting at the edge of the bed in the dark room.

Yvonne turned towards her nanny and smiled as she greeted her following which they began preparing for the day.

The little girl was in high spirits today as she hummed a tune from one of the pieces she had practiced yesterday for a long time.

How could she not be excited when she was going to be training sword fighting with her trainer today?

Captain Desmo had taught her how to wield the wooden sword and also about the right way to attack an offender.