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Afternoon.
Garden, 3rd Prince Chambers.
Wyfkeep Castle, Wyfellon.
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"Oh no, darling, we're not finished yet! You haven't even mastered the royal wave!" Lady Margaretha's shrill voice echoed after Salviana as she turned toward the door, barely holding in a sigh.
It had been hours of endless, tiresome lessons, ones that seemed utterly useless to her new life as the wife of the third prince besides she knew better than those.
And now she wanted to teach her the royal wave, of all things? she resisted a scoff but her lips pressed together instead.
Who cared about the placement of fingers when her world was already upside down, and the teacher knew nothing? Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides before she forced a smile—tight and brittle.
"I'm sure we can continue… later," Salviana managed, her voice laced with forced politeness, hiding the exasperation threatening to spill over. Behind her, Emma and Sarah exchanged amused glances.
