Chapter Three: The Royal Family
Gwen's POV:
"Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!!!!!" That's what I wake up to this morning.
I sit up straight. "What the fuck do you want?!" I yell at the traitor.
"Time to get up and start your Monday." Rick turns on my light and then turns around. "Sorry, I didn't know you went to bed like that."
I look down in horror. I was only wearing my bra and a thong. I look around for my shirt. "Shit."
"Get dressed in new spandex, a tank top and the shoes I put by your bed. You have twenty minutes." He left the room.
I get up quickly and change into the black spandex he got me and the tank top. I look around for socks, and find them in the shoes. The shoes have a check looking sign in the side, and the box they are in say Nike. I quickly brush my long, brownish blonde hair into a high ponytail. Then I grab the black headband and don that too.
I step out of my room and go to the living room. Rick and Chris stop talking when I walk in. "Hey guys."
"Hey darling. I hope I see you tonight." Chris says then leaves the room.
"Let's go."
"Breakfast?" I ask.
"You'll get something when we get there. Now move." He started walking really fast out the door as down the hall.
"My legs are long, but not twenty yards long! Slow down!" I jog to catch up.
"Sorry. Don't wanna be late." He walks into one room and out another until we reach a big room with machinery and weapons in it.
"This is amazing." Is all I can say.
He shrugs. "You'll think it's kind of dull once you get harder training." He sat down on the floor and began checking his shoes.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Tucking in my boot laces. It's required, as one of the top dogs here." He stands up and walks over to the multiple lockers along the wall. "This one is yours."
I walk over and see what's inside. "Is that something I'll have to train in?"
"Only if it is required for that training session. But other then that, you have one in your closet for when you advance to your job. And you also have one that is for when you go see the royal family or other royal stuff. Like the Dinner coming up. That's when all the other royal families come to visit us for dinner." He pauses. "But the ball that is coming up, you have to dress like a lady."
"When is it?" I ask.
"A few months from now." He shuts my locker. "Let's start."
We walk over to a wall that has padded floor and exercise equipment.
"What we are going to do is, we are going to start you out with working out and self defense." He leads me over to one of the machines. "This is called a bench press." He lays down on his back on the bench. "Come spot me." I walk over. "Spotting is when you make sure the weight doesn't fall on my neck or head and kill me. Or if I become to tired, and need help, you help get it back on the bar it's on." He brings down the weight and starts bench pressing the 265 lb weight.
