The next few days were rather tiring but thriving.
Every morning, I got up for training. I trained till 8, and then continued to do my maid duties. As soon as I got free at 8 p.m., Dom would take me for more training.
I can't beat the shit out of a person, but I have surely learned to defend myself and wield a sword. By the time I hit the sack in Dom's room, I feel like my arms and legs are jelly—numb and exhausted to the extent that I fall asleep within seconds. But again, that's part of becoming stronger. No pain, no gain, as the saying goes.