Anemone had to control her temper. It's been a week and the classes she took were all terrible. As soon as she woke, she was dressed in a simple dark blue dress with a white laced pinafore tied over it. Her instructor had strictly forbade her from dirtying the pinafore. As it was blinding white, it was very hard to not dirty it.
Instead of her usual high ponytail, it was now braided down her back with a white ribbon tied into a loose bow. Although the dress was simply made, it was sewn with small silver glittery thread lacing in the soft fabric. After wearing the proper attire for a noble child, she was then sent to eat breakfast. Her instructor watched over her as she ate.
Her instructor was Miss Sophie. She was a teacher from a women's finishing school brought over to help with etiquette that should've been taught when Anemone was 5. Miss Sophie had light brown hair that was tied in a tight low bun. Her gold thin frames barely covered her big brown eyes.
After eating a simple breakfast, Anemone would be rushed to her normal studies and education. Around noon would be another simple lunch before going into dance lessons, painting, and playing a musical instrument. After dinner with her parents and brother, she had free time to do what she wanted. As it was still summertime, she chose to go horseback riding or practicing her swordsmanship.
Luckily, she was a fast learner and was able to excel with the proper mannerisms required. As lessons tended to end early with the improvements, she was able to go out and play more. As she finished her piano lessons, she ran out to the training courtyard.
She could see a lot of the soldiers who guard their estate training and relaxing. Not being able to change out of her clothes, she was given her own room in the back where she could train. She would lift her skirt and tie it to the side, baring her white lace ruffled bloomers. When Miss Sophie saw her, she was so shocked and raised a huge deal. No lady can show her under garments to anyone!
As she refused to stop training, they compromised the room will be for her to use. Anemone opened the door to her training room and entered. She looked for her sword rack and saw someone standing in front of it. He was shorter than her by reaching her shoulders and a small frame. His messy black hair was tied in a loose ponytail. He turned, hearing her come in. It was her younger brother, Cayden.
"Cayden? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice cold. She didn't interact with her brother much since he was born so she wasn't close to him. She did resent him a little due to him taking over her role and she had to be made into a lady. Seeing him here rose the feeling of him trying to take more. She looked down to see that sure enough he had her sword in his hand.
Cayden gripped it nervously, his face twisted in confusion. Her sword was made out of wood and was light for him to hold. He didn't interact with her a lot also and it was the first time seeing her this week. His trainer had told him to wait and jot to go into this room but he went in anyway. He was curious about his sister.
"I... I wanted to see you, Anemumee."
"That's my sword!" she said as she reached over taking her sword back. "It's not a toy!"