CHAPTER ELEVEN.

Andrea~

Contrary to what a lot of people believed, fighting was actually a good source of stress relief for me. Had always been since the day I had learnt to throw a punch.

As I looked at the servant curled into a ball on the floor my heart thudded, adrenaline coursing through my veins and making me feel super good.

“My lady, are you alright?” Shirley asked as she ran to me with a towel in her hand.

“I am very fine actually,” I replied and took the towel from her. It was warm and damp and felt absolutely soothing against my knuckles, they felt bruised from use.

“Thank you for this,” I said once again and flipped the towel to the other side and used it to dry off the bead of sweat forming around my eyebrows and dripping down my face.

“Could you head up and run me another bath? A hot one I can soak off in for a while,” I asked her and she nodded moving quickly to get the order carried out.

As I stood there with the towel in my hand, I looked around to see the servants standing around st