"Stacia, why are you reading that book again?"
The tutor's voice was laced with curiosity as she stood by the doorway, observing her young charge, the princess, who was sitting in a grand, lavishly decorated room.
Sunlight filtered in through the towering windows, casting a soft glow over the elegant furniture and gold-embroidered curtains.
The young Stacia lifted her head from the book, a slight tilt of confusion crossing her delicate features as she regarded her tutor.
"Hmm? What do you mean by that, teacher?" she asked, her soft yet commanding voice matching her regal posture as she sat on the plush armchair. "What's wrong with me partaking in my interest in this book?"
The tutor, a wise and experienced scholar with years of service to the royal family, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
