"Lady Csille!" Prince Roese smiles widely at me. She then waves her hand enthusiastically. Beside her is Prince Reeve, who is sitting casually beside his sister. He just nods his head at me as an acknowledgement.
I smile at the both of them and bow my head a little. "Prince Roese, Prince Reeve. I'm sorry for being late. I overslept."
Although it's quite embarrassing for a lady to admit that but that's the only plausible excuse I can say to them, I cannot say I got stuck in a traffic jam because clearly, traffic jam here is nonexistent.
Ladies in this world woke up early. It's like a tradition in here. They were thought that as a lady, one should wake up early as a start. Waking up early will give a lady enough time to do productive work. Learn a new skill, do some chores, read some books, and do other things.
Those who woke up late are considered not ladylike, which I find it quite odd. Can a night owl exist?
