"I am called Avelynn Miranda Dawnflare," curving in my foot for a curtsy, I lowered my head and spoke my name as boldly as I could, "it is an honour to meet you, your highness."

Dressed in my best clothes, two weeks into June, I came face to face with a total wild card known as the first princess of Julens.

With hair and eyes a startling shade of magenta, like the Queen's, she was the most important gemstone in the entire kingdom. After all, I was only gaining the throne through engagement. This was the woman who most deserved the title of future queen.

In fact, she was so important, they named her after the kingdom itself.

She smiled at me so stiffly, I could instantly tell she didn't want to be here. Her posture was awkward and her eyes were anywhere but on me.

"It is... nice to meet you..." she mumbled under her breath, not too sure what to say, "I am... Julienne..."

The top half of her hair was pulled into high pigtails with white ribbons. She is swooned as the most adorable girl in the kingdom at the moment, and honestly? I agree. I want to hug her and noogie her head then slap her into oblivion-- forget that last part, please.

"It is my pleasure, milady," I responded smoothly, "for the next week, and for the preceding years, I have been named your instructor. I am privileged."

"Uh," she looked away, kinda creeped out, "yeah."

The maid beside us swallowed, nervous. I dished out my best lady face and put a hand at my chest, turning to the servants that lined the room.

Seriously, wasn't this room too big for just one princess?

A huge, princess bed complete with a silk canopy. The bedframe shone like polished wood, and was ingrained with carvings welded in jade. The couch was similar, and the desk was made of marble? For lord's sake, I'm supposed to be the wealthy one here, but the king is leaps above! Let's not get started on all the plush toys and pillows.

"May I begin, your highness?" I inquired slowly.

"Huh?"

Peeling my gloves off off my hand, I stepped forward without her consent, and placed my hands on my hips. I took one breath, screwed the smile off my face, and glared.

"Firstly, when meeting someone of higher rank than than a vassal, you are to greet them," I began, "you have been taught how to greet. Curtsy, smile. Name yourself, full names, and express a delightful meeting. It is formality regardless of your social status, so you must do this to anyone even if they are of lower rank than you are."

Silence.

"Your response?" I demanded, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

"No stuttering!" I barked, "your maids and your friends are 'Miss' unless otherwise permission granted. Any other noble lady is 'Madame', so watch for the rings on their fingers. Always meet people in the eyes to pay your respects, after which you are allowed to look at their nose."

"Y- Yes, I mean, Yes, Miss!"

"Now try it."

"Eh? Uh-- oh, uh, I- I am Julienne! I am Julienne, Sole Eirstone, nice to meet you!"

"You call that a curtsy? Where is your smile? And for someone of your status it is 'pleased to make your acquaintance'. Now, do it again!'

"Eeeek-- I'm sorry!"

Yes, she is definitely Luis' younger sister.

"Your posture is shaking! Your wrist is frozen stiff! You are not showing at the party looking so miserable, your highness. One more time!"