"Lena."
"Yes, Lady Lyra."
"Kindly escort the orphanage representative out and accompany Aria to her study room post-breakfast. Her tutor is awaiting her there."
"Of course, Madam."
"Butler Naina."
"Yes, Madam."
"Arrange for the town's most reputable doctor to examine Aria’s condition."
The butler nodded in acknowledgment. As Lady Lyra concluded her breakfast, she rose from her seat and gracefully left the dining area.
Aria briskly finished her breakfast, her mind swirling with a multitude of thoughts. Approaching her 11th birthday, she found her entire life's path unexpectedly laid out before her. Despite her internal apprehensions, fear rooted itself within her, predominantly directed at Lady Lyra. Consequently, she felt compelled to adhere to the established schedule, constrained by an unspoken sense of dread.
Time: 9:30 Am,
Aria found herself in the study room, Lena closing the doors behind them. Taking a moment, she began to take in the details of the room, her eyes wandering to each corner and studying every feature.
The study room was bathed in warm, subdued lighting, emanating from elegant sconces on the walls. Rich mahogany bookshelves lined one side, filled with leather-bound tomes of various sizes and colors. The scent of aged paper and wood permeated the air, lending a distinct ambiance.
In the center stood a large antique oak desk, meticulously organized with papers, scrolls, and inkwells. A comfortable chair with intricate carvings sat behind it, inviting anyone to occupy it. The room was adorned with historical paintings and maps, each telling a story of the past. The floor was covered with an exquisite rug, a blend of deep colors and intricate patterns.
A small alcove featured a collection of curios and artifacts from distant lands, displayed in glass cabinets. The sunlight filtering through the window cast a warm glow on the room, adding a touch of serenity to the scholarly atmosphere.
“Are you Aria?” A voice startled her. She turned to the voice to see someone standing in the corner with a book.
“I am Cyrus Armand. I will be teaching you from today. Everything from scratch. Nice to meet you” He smiled.
Cyrus Armand, a 40-year-old man, stands with an air of wisdom and experience. His face, etched with lines of knowledge and kindness, bears testament to years spent in academia. His eyes, behind the round glasses, hold a spark of intellectual curiosity, shimmering with the light of a vast reservoir of knowledge.
He sports a neatly trimmed beard that adds a touch of sophistication to his countenance. His hair, flecked with strands of gray, is kept short and well-groomed, hinting at a meticulous approach to his appearance.
Time: 12:00 Pm,
"Today's session concludes. Let us reconvene tomorrow at 9 AM for our next class. I trust you will have completed your homework," Cyrus Armand stated, departing the room with a brief brush against Aria's shoulder.
Aria sank into the chair, exhausted. Intelligence had never been her forte; she'd always found herself lagging behind, struggling to grasp the teachings that seemed to soar above her head. Despite Cyrus Armand's patient guidance, the day's lessons felt overwhelming, slipping through her comprehension like elusive wisps of knowledge. As he bid her farewell and assigned homework, Aria felt a sense of inadequacy settle within her. She hadn't understood a single word of what was taught.
“Lady Aria, your lunch is ready”
Aria continued to the dining table and started eating slowly.
"Lady Aria, I've been informed that your etiquette teacher will arrive this evening. After a brief respite, Lady Lyra has instructed you to proceed to the ballroom."
Aria sighed and continued eating slowly.
Time: 4:00 Pm,
"Welcome, Lady Aria," greeted the lady. Aria instinctively bowed, but the woman corrected her.
"No, a noble lady does not bow. You carry authority, so when greeting the lower class, including myself, exhibit a hint of superiority."
She nodded.
“I am Marcella, your etiquette teacher from today. I will teach you manners” She spoke carrying a little profoundness in her voice.
Lady Marcella, the esteemed etiquette teacher, is renowned for her strict yet effective teaching methods. Her presence commands attention as she strides into the room, her posture impeccable, emanating an aura of authority and refinement. With a regal bearing, she carries herself confidently, each step deliberate and purposeful. Her stern but discerning gaze captures every detail, a testament to her attention to etiquette and decorum.
Dressed in tailored attire, her clothing speaks of sophistication and professionalism. Her garments are always immaculately put together, displaying the perfect blend of traditional elegance and contemporary style. She wears muted yet luxurious fabrics, accessorized with subtle but striking accents that reflect her esteemed status.
Her voice resonates with authority, delivering instructions with a firmness that underscores her dedication to instilling proper manners. While her methods might be stringent, her reputation for refining the most undisciplined into polished individuals precedes her. Despite her strictness, there's an undeniable charm to her teachings, an assurance that beneath the surface severity, she aims to sculpt her pupils into paragons of grace and refinement.
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