Chapter 17

The following day, I found myself reluctantly engaging in the training sessions my Aunt Violet had organized. She believed that it was her duty to shape me into the ideal wife, one who embodied grace, poise, and obedience. While I understood her intentions stemmed from a desire to protect and guide me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of resistance deep within my being.

Our training sessions began with lessons on etiquette and decorum. Aunt Violet emphasized the importance of maintaining a composed demeanor at all times, whether in public or within the confines of the palace.

I learned to walk with measured steps, my posture straight and regal. She taught me the art of conversation, teaching me to listen attentively and respond with calculated grace. While these lessons were important in navigating the intricacies of royal life, they felt stifling and restrictive, suffocating my natural spontaneity.

One evening, as we sat in the elegant drawing room, Aunt Viole