The next morning, Milena woke up her face in a bundle of fur. She frowned and pushed Blanche away. Her friend growled a bit but did not bother to open her eyes. It was barely dawn outside. Milena got out of her bed and stretched a bit. As expected, she was terribly sore from the previous evening. Her bath hadn't done enough for her poor muscles. The young Duchess internally scolded herself for her lack of practice. She should probably work out more, but she had never been very into working out without an actual purpose. She was obsessed with sword fighting when she was younger, but once she got to a more than good level, she only did the minimum practice once in a while... Certainly not as much as her brothers.
However, Milena doubted she would have the luxury to practice much more if sh
