How quaint, the princess ordering her servants to build a nook for her studies by the window, yet she has a library attached to her room. As for the studying in question, it seems romance novels are her expertise. Three steps and the swish of a door and the very thing of my fascination steps through the library door into the room I stand.
Four years different. Her younger, lively, still a touch naive and I older, wiser, with dead eyes. It shows quickly through our clothes, smiles, demeanor, and posture who will be teaching who. Though it seems to her I currently am not in the room.
“Sadie, did I not tell you to prepare me tea and treats? A friend of mine is to come today and I will not tolerate another mistake from you.”
“Your Highness, I was instructed by the king himself to let no one inside and prepare you no sweets. Today you are to meet your new tutor.”
“My father hasn’t had me tutored since I was ten. What more am I to learn?”
A timed chuckle leaves my lips as it turns to a slight smile. The princess must quickly learn to acknowledge me, for I am not gifted with patience.
“Maid, do as you’re told. The princess said to prepare tea, now do so. Bring in no treats for the king himself said not to, but obey your mistress in all else. Hurry now.” I shock myself by adding a slight glare for effect, but I had been waiting long. “As for your highness, the king was sure to tell you of my arrival today, yes? Don’t lie, for I too sent a letter of my arrival to you. Do not keep me waiting before a lesson again.”
I step toward the indignant princess, silencing her before she dared to respond. My eyes explored her dress and shape. The princess was healthy but not fit. Her dress was inspired by the latest trend started by the Duke's daughter. I let a tsk escape my lips to see her response. She was not amused. A weak princess is a weak end to the king's line and he knows it. I suppose that is why our first lesson is to begin.
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