Even still, Mrs. Arialla prepped for each and every lesson with perfection, as nothing less would be accepted by the royal family who approved her upcoming weekly lesson plans every Sunday at exactly 5 pm. And every time she would stand there and pretend that she agreed that this is what the children should be being taught. That this was how the children should be taught.
When the royal family needed a teacher for the triplets, Mrs. Arialla gleefully applied. She loved being a teacher. She loved shaping young minds. And to get to teach two young princes, and a young princess, who, though may never hold the throne, will indeed have power in some way or another, well there was no greater honor. Except now she wished she had never taken the job. And as she heard three small voices whining about going to class getting closer and closer she was once again reminded of that exact wish.
“Good morning, your highnesses,” she bowed as the door opened with a gentle hand. She stood up straight expecting another nanny looking like she was slowly losing it. She was instead surprised by the oldest princess trying desperately to keep her poise while wrangling three wiggly energy balls who wished to do anything other than sit in a wood room for the next hours with only a lunch break as a relief.
“Good morning, Mrs. Arialla. The triplets’ nanny,” Elizabeth paused, “is terribly ill,” she lied. “So I will be filling in for now.”
“Surely your parents had an alternative nanny, or at least a servant who could watch the children, your highness. You must be quite busy yourself, I’m surprised they would allow you to pause your studies to take on such a role.” Mrs. Arialla held herself as straight as possible, watching every word she said.
“That is not for you to worry about,” Elizabeth forced a stern stare, hoping the woman would leave it.
“Of course. I’m very sorry for overstepping.” Mrs. Arialla quickly turned back to the chalkboard to continue writing the day’s schedule, holding a fake smile as if she was not cursing herself for her words.
And once again, she wished she had never taken this job.
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