31: 31 The Royal Class

31 The Royal Class

After that night, Vivian never left my side. She always thought there were no good people in the palace, but in fact, since I began to express my feelings directly, most of the people in the palace were very respectful to me. Except for one person, Susana always had a touch of coldness under her pale gray eyes. 1

"Miss, please get up."

Susana's tone is always rigid, like a machine that never makes mistakes. I was wrapped in a soft quilt. It was as soft as a cloud, and when I opened my eyes, the curtains of the French windows in my bedroom were pulled back by the maids, and the soft morning sun shone through the glass, illuminating my sleeping face.

"Good morning, Susana."

I sat up and said good morning to her in my firm voice.

Whether or not her attitude towards me has changed, I am showing her my attitude.

"If there's nothing urgent, I don't think you need to open the curtains for me."

"I must warn you, Miss, there is much to learn today. Your teacher is already waiting."

Susana spoke slowly. Her hoarse, old voice hovered in the quiet bedroom. I was sure there was a warning in her tone, and I was wearing a white gown with a royal design, with the help of the ladies.

"Yes, I know what you mean." I tried to open my tired eyes and wake myself up.

The maid, who had combed my hair and dressed me, stepped away and I opened my eyes to look at myself in the bedroom mirror.

The girl in the mirror has long chestnut hair. Pearls adorned her thick hair, which made her hair look as smooth as pearls. A delicate veil hung over her forehead to hide her glittering chestnut-colored eyes. Her eyes were amber in the sunlight. She has a small but straight nose, red lips. They show a very friendly temperament in her white face.

A soft curl of hair hung down the right side of her neck, making it look even longer. She wore a simple but noble pearl necklace and a gold-trimmed dress. The royal family's dark gold emblem loomed above her dress, highlighting her charm and status. In the mirror, she looked like a budding Lily still dewy.

"You look beautiful today, too, miss."

The lady-in-waiting behind said in a low voice, and then shut her mouth under Susana's stare.

I didn't speak, just looked at myself in the mirror. To tell the truth, I always have a strange feeling about myself. From the first day I arrived at the palace, I would wear the clothes Susana had chosen to attend the Queen's classes arranged by Susana every day. These courses cover a wide range of topics, including royal origins and history, the evolution of werewolf communities, the interpretation of werewolf and human codes, and more. And it's a lot different than what Kral had me learn on the wagon, and it's all being taught by the elders, and it's a lot of pressure, because I didn't have a systematic education. So I had to review the course every day until midnight.

Sighing quietly in my heart, I turned and smiled at the maid behind me. She glanced at Susan in a panic, then lowered her head with a red face.

"Come on, don't keep the elders waiting," I said to Susana.

The bedroom door is opened and Vivian is waiting outside. She now has to wear the clothes Susana asked for every day, which makes her very depressed. But as soon as she saw me, she was in a good mood. She has a good way to regulate her mood and never lets trouble stay in her heart for too long. She has been like a carefree child, which makes me envious.

"Sister! ... miss."

Vivian changed the name she called me according to Palace rules. Her blonde curls were plaited into long braids and she looked more like a girl who had just been allowed out of the house.

Vivian was used to calling me what she wanted, but after Susana's many corrections, she finally learned to address me as 'miss' when Susana showed up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Susana's furrowed brows relax. Since Vivian wasn't a werewolf, she was always treated differently by Susana.

Although Susana was looking at me, I rubbed Vivian's little head for comfort. Well, Vivian was like a real sister to me. Every time I look at her, I always think of myself being mocked and helpless in the red moon pack, so I don't want her to be a little sad.

Vivian was always happy again, and when I touched her, she would lift her little head and smile at me.

"My Lady," Susana's voice ghostly rose behind me.

I took a deep breath and withdrew my hand from Vivian's small head. "I know what you mean," I said slowly. "I'll go to class right away."

Through the long corridor, the maid pushed the door open for me, and then quietly retreated. Only Vivian accompanied me as my lady-in-waiting. In the study, the white-haired elder was already waiting for me.

"Good morning, miss."

"Good morning, elder William."

William gave me a friendly smile, so I smiled and nodded. He is a handsome old gentleman. Although his face has deep wrinkles, he still has a unique charm.

Susana had mentioned to me that William was the younger brother of Kral's father and one of the elders appointed to raise Kral. As a noble royal blood, he has a pair of golden eyes. But his golden eyes were not as sharp as those of Kral, but soft and gentle, like the flames in the fireplace on a long winter's night. I couldn't help dropping my guard when I faced him.

A pen and paper had been laid out on the dark wooden desk. William paced gracefully, hands behind his back, at my desk and asked, "So, my lady, let's review what we learned yesterday. First question: What is the Lycan family motto?"

"Duty, honor and loyalty."

"Please share your understanding."

I swallowed nervously. Facing William's encouraging eyes with a smile, I was silent for a moment, then I said what I understood. "I believe that the royal family, as the leader of all werewolves, has an inescapable responsibility for the survival and development of all werewolves. At the same time, maintaining the honor of the royal family is an unshirkable obligation of every lycan, especially the royal nobility. As the guardian of the royal honor, we should respect the royal norms,and can not tarnish the royal reputation. Finally, with regard to loyalty, I think every werewolf should offer his loyalty to the king, which is something a werewolf should know from birth."

William stopped at his pacing feet, his eyes staring at me from under his pale eyebrows, and I wondered if there was something wrong with my answer.

"William?" Asked Vivian curiously. She looked at the suddenly silent William strangely.

"Ah," he said. Willam's dark golden eyes flashed a shadow, but it was so fleeting that I thought I was hallucinating. "Your answer reminds me of someone who has answered this question before."

"Is it... Prince Kral?" It occurred to me.

"No, no, no, it's someone else. Someone Who's been away for a long time," sighed William. I don't know if it's my imagination, but he sounds like he's talking about his lost love, but according to Kral, William has never had a mate in his life.

The morning lesson was soon over. When the lady-in-waiting knocked on the door and told me to go to lunch, elder William stopped me and said, "Miss, your answer to the question of loyalty is perfect. Would you like to hear my answer to that question?"

"Of course, Willlam. It's an honor to hear you understand."

“I think our loyalty includes not only loyalty to the king, but also loyalty to our mates. If someone gets love through deception and conspiracy, I think it's not loyalty but betrayal, right?”

I looked at elder William's sudden grave face, and I was secretly nervous. Has my plan with Prince Kral been discovered?

Vivian quietly tugged at my fingers behind my back, trying to warm my tense and stiff fingers. A little sweat trickled down my back. I suppressed my guilt and tried to meet William's eyes. "Everyone lives in a complicated environment. We can't fully understand a person unless we walk around in his shoes. Although cheating and scheming are bad, I don't think there is no love here. We can not demand perfect love. Love is not pure and unblemished, love is the courage born of blemishes."

William's gentle gaze grew heavier. He was silent for a moment. “That's an interesting answer, Miss.”

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