Pheron was an hour and forty minutes late, the audac-. Let me stop there. I think I might sound like a viral inst*gr*m thottie. Well I guess you could call it fashionable late. She looked like a newbie teacher. I always like newbie teachers I just think they're a bit too naive. Like, they actually believe you know where the staffroom is kind of naive.
Shined black ,short studded, lace-less heels, black slacks, buttoned up white, short sleeved blouse with a black tie and circular, gold dipped spectacles. Her features were quite pretty. She looked 19, had black hair in a Bob cut and had soft blue eyes, her jawline was soft but noticeable and she was six feet tall,I think. She looked almost like a Korean actor if it weren't for the blue eyes. Tch,damn blue eyes. If it weren't for those I'd have my unnie puppy love wish come true.
"Good morning crown prince Vlad. Sorry for my lateness I was lost while looking for your room." She apologised.
"Have a seat Pheron." I replied while directing her across to the seat opposite of me under the small coffee table.
"Thankyou for remembering my name your majesty." She replied while slightly bowing her head.
Pheron Weekes a talented swords woman often referred to as the Queen of swords. She became a sword master at sixteen and is currently working up to the sword diety level while currently being twenty four. She was basically a royal without an official title.
"Whatever. What are the subjects for me this year? " I asked.
"Swordsmanship." She said.
"Won't do it." I curtly replied.
"Noble etiquette-" She continued.
"Ugh." I groaned.
"And ethics." She said while showing a light smile.
"Who do you think I am woman?" I questioned.
"A child, we get started tomorrow. Also we will be doing all of this outside except for the etiquette." She paused and whispered under her breath. "This place is too gosh darn big."
I guess no matter what world or age the only way to escape education is if your a vegetable.