The Wray children of past and present had never attended a school, instead, teachers came to them. This way the Wray adults could always have a say in what they learned and how they learned it. So along with math and reading, the children would learn the ethics and morals of being a royal from the beginning of their school years.
The castle originally only had one classroom due to the closeness of ages the royal children would often have. But with an eight-year difference between Joshua and the triplets, the differences in material would have been too great. And so a second classroom had been set up.
One would think the triplets classroom would look like it was made for young children. Bright colors. The ABCs along the rim of the classroom. Fun posters, including that one poster with a cat hanging from a tree with the words ‘hang in there' at the bottom. Shelves with art supplies and the artworks the children made hung on the wall. Bookshelves with 3rd-grade-level reading material and maybe a small nook for the children to read with fun chairs or bean bags.
Yet, the triplet's classroom had none of the above. Instead, the classroom was decorated as if it belonged to a scholar. Dark wood shelves from wall to wall. All covered in books with titles that any normal eight-year-old wouldn’t even be able to pronounce. A chalkboard held one of the rare spots on the wall that was not blocked by books. Three oak desks made for adults sat in the center of the room with chairs that disallowed the children’s feet to touch the ground. A wooden globe sat in the corner, the only color coming from the island Cyndaera sat on. Another oak desk sat next to it, this one for an actual adult yet smaller than the rest. All four desks laid prestigiously clean. No supplies were ever left out. The drawers held the supplies. A few pencils. A sharpener. And a notebook. No more. No less.
This is where the triplets spent the majority of their time on the weekdays just like normal children. Except their syllabuses were much closer to an average high schooler than the average third grader in course load. Plus no recess. And so by the end of their third lesson of the day, the triplets would buzz in their seats, their teacher desperately trying to hold their attention. And when lunchtime rolled around each one would pounce from their seats, as their poor ignored teacher would fall back into her chair exhausted, only to choke back tears when the children were dragged back in for the second half of the day.
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