of action and why. Then, I’ll make a decision. Effective.”
“That’s an interesting theory…”
“And I dislike republics for the same reason because it’s the same crap, just on a smaller level.” Avian nodded factually.
Mrs. Emers smiled. “I’m glad that you’re so opinionated. Being a leader takes resolve and determination.”
As the teacher spoke, Avian got up and went to a group of scrolls, pulling down a slender tube of parchment and opened it, pinning it to the wall.
Mathieu got up and went to see it. “What’s this?” It seemed both him and Avian were tuning the teacher out.
“It’s my goal charter. Until the day I take over, I’m writing down all
of the goals that I desire to accomplish, that I believe will better the nation.” She looked at the long list and sighed. “I’m going to be really busy when I take over…Do you think I can do it?”
“I think you can.” Mrs. Emers was standing beside them, looking at the chart. She laid her hand on Avian’s shoulder. “These are all selfless goals, therefore accomplishing them will be important. Although important things can be difficult to accomplish, the fact that they will make things better for the majority is enough to help you through the difficulties and the trials.”
“I’m with the teacher. I think it’s admirable that you decided to do this. It’s good. It’s really good. And it’ll help you keep your head when you’re on the throne, know where you’re going.” Mathieu smiled at her and she blushed, writing her newest declaration to open conversations with all four districts of Korinth to the list.
“There.” She added the date to the left of it and rolled the scroll back up, stowing it away for safe-keeping.
“So what now?” Mathieu watched his charge curiously.
Avian turned to him, stretching. “Mrs. Emers lectures more about government.” She ran her tongue over her teeth.
The teacher put her hand on her stomach, wincing slightly. “If it’s all the same to you two, I’m going to sit down. We can move into free study if you’d like.” She said, waddling in a pregnant fashion over to the wingback chair.
“Sweet!” Avian went to one of the bay window and curled up on the seat. “Tell me about what it’s like.” She said expectantly, peering over his her glasses.
“What what’s like?” Mathieu said, confused.
“Out there.” She shrugged towards the outdoors. “I’ve only ever been up to Fallon and even then, it’s in an armored carriage. I hate those things. They’re so loud.” In an poor imitation of the engine in a motor she pretended to drive.
Mathieu flopped into a chair, kicking his feet over the edge. It was an old habit. “Out there is…kind of like in here. I guess. People work to make a living, take care of their families, that kind of stuff. I’ve always lived in an orphanage, which is kind of like here too…kinda.”
Laughing, she looked down at the grounds. “You’re funny. Really funny. This place is like a cage, trapped here by rules that can’t be seen to navigate. I hate it here, you know.” Avian’s eyes were now looking past the walls of the castle, at the city outside.
Mrs. Emers looked at the clock and looked at Avian. “…Jeez. Like lazy rays of sunshine. Get out of here. It’s a nice day. Read some before you go to bed. Behave.” She tilted head towards the door, one hand on her tummy. “Go.”
“Are you serious?” The princess asked, excited. Her face lit up and she was on the edge of her seat.
The teacher fixed her with a look before grinning. “Yeah. I’m tired, you want to get out. We’ll reconvene tomorrow.”
“Thank you!” Avian gave her teacher a bear hug, before she sprinted out of the room, Mathieu right behind her. “This is great! She never lets me out early. Normally, she makes me stay late.” She came to an abrupt halt. “What to do,
“That’s an interesting theory…”
“And I dislike republics for the same reason because it’s the same crap, just on a smaller level.” Avian nodded factually.
Mrs. Emers smiled. “I’m glad that you’re so opinionated. Being a leader takes resolve and determination.”
As the teacher spoke, Avian got up and went to a group of scrolls, pulling down a slender tube of parchment and opened it, pinning it to the wall.
Mathieu got up and went to see it. “What’s this?” It seemed both him and Avian were tuning the teacher out.
“It’s my goal charter. Until the day I take over, I’m writing down all
of the goals that I desire to accomplish, that I believe will better the nation.” She looked at the long list and sighed. “I’m going to be really busy when I take over…Do you think I can do it?”
“I think you can.” Mrs. Emers was standing beside them, looking at the chart. She laid her hand on Avian’s shoulder. “These are all selfless goals, therefore accomplishing them will be important. Although important things can be difficult to accomplish, the fact that they will make things better for the majority is enough to help you through the difficulties and the trials.”
“I’m with the teacher. I think it’s admirable that you decided to do this. It’s good. It’s really good. And it’ll help you keep your head when you’re on the throne, know where you’re going.” Mathieu smiled at her and she blushed, writing her newest declaration to open conversations with all four districts of Korinth to the list.
“There.” She added the date to the left of it and rolled the scroll back up, stowing it away for safe-keeping.
“So what now?” Mathieu watched his charge curiously.
Avian turned to him, stretching. “Mrs. Emers lectures more about government.” She ran her tongue over her teeth.
The teacher put her hand on her stomach, wincing slightly. “If it’s all the same to you two, I’m going to sit down. We can move into free study if you’d like.” She said, waddling in a pregnant fashion over to the wingback chair.
“Sweet!” Avian went to one of the bay window and curled up on the seat. “Tell me about what it’s like.” She said expectantly, peering over his her glasses.
“What what’s like?” Mathieu said, confused.
“Out there.” She shrugged towards the outdoors. “I’ve only ever been up to Fallon and even then, it’s in an armored carriage. I hate those things. They’re so loud.” In an poor imitation of the engine in a motor she pretended to drive.
Mathieu flopped into a chair, kicking his feet over the edge. It was an old habit. “Out there is…kind of like in here. I guess. People work to make a living, take care of their families, that kind of stuff. I’ve always lived in an orphanage, which is kind of like here too…kinda.”
Laughing, she looked down at the grounds. “You’re funny. Really funny. This place is like a cage, trapped here by rules that can’t be seen to navigate. I hate it here, you know.” Avian’s eyes were now looking past the walls of the castle, at the city outside.
Mrs. Emers looked at the clock and looked at Avian. “…Jeez. Like lazy rays of sunshine. Get out of here. It’s a nice day. Read some before you go to bed. Behave.” She tilted head towards the door, one hand on her tummy. “Go.”
“Are you serious?” The princess asked, excited. Her face lit up and she was on the edge of her seat.
The teacher fixed her with a look before grinning. “Yeah. I’m tired, you want to get out. We’ll reconvene tomorrow.”
“Thank you!” Avian gave her teacher a bear hug, before she sprinted out of the room, Mathieu right behind her. “This is great! She never lets me out early. Normally, she makes me stay late.” She came to an abrupt halt. “What to do,
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