[Lavinia's Pov]
[Study Room—Morning of Royal Doom, I Mean… Education]
"So… let's begin, Princess," Lady Evelyne said sweetly, clasping her hands like this was going to be fun.
I nodded solemnly, already preparing myself to survive whatever this "beginning" meant.
Papa was sitting beside me, silent as ever, sipping his eternal cup of tea with the same stone-cold expression he wore when declaring war, attending galas, or watching me name furniture. Only this time, his icy gaze was fixed entirely on Lady Evelyne—which, as one could imagine, was making her very nervous.
And blushy.
Her cheeks were blooming red like a cherry orchard in spring, and she kept adjusting her clipboard like it might shield her from my emotionally-frozen father's gaze.
Sigh… Poor Lady Evelyne. She hasn't even started the lesson, and she's already developing a crush and a stress rash.
But duty calls.
