A month has passed since I entered into school, and three weeks since I requested the armor. Everyday I rush home to hear any news, however there was none. I knew that making the armor could range from a week to three weeks, however being notified the process would be nice to know.
"Rebecca, there is a conflict with your schedule..." Looking up to see Father standing in front of my table, in the gardens, I gave him a concerned look.
Summer was already here in mid-July, the weather was constantly hot, and our teachers decided to pile more homework on us, so we could be free during the tournaments.
"What do you mean? Which schedule?" I placed down the quill, giving the man my full attention. There was my school schedule, that I wasn't expecting to change until semester. Then there is the schedule with private teachers, and Lieutenant Jones was one of them.
