Anaya's POV
Before I knew it, the door burst open and I turned my head to look at the scenario. The guards were also inside, trying to stop Olivia from entering.
I was sitting at the dressing table, wrapped in two different clothing, and I had wrapped the wound up with a long face towel because of the blood. "Is there a problem?" I asked, faking an emotionless expression.
Olivia gave a small smile, "I wanted to see you, but your guards refused to let me in. You didn't teach them well, did you?" she said.
"Weren't you also taught not to barge into people's rooms unless you are invited?" I fired back in a low voice, my expression remained the same.
I could see her fists her palms in anger, and she released them almost immediately. "You can go back to your posts. When we are done talking
