AMELIA
This Prince… Trevor had a serious problem. Maybe he had severely hit his head in childhood and lost some nerves. Because why on earth would he want me to teach him literature? The castle had an Academy, filled with famous literateurers, scholars, and authors of all kinds. If he wanted lessons, he could have any of them.
But no. He picked me.
Oh, and he called it punishment. A punishment that even came with wages. That was too much. How could I refuse such an offer without looking like an idiot?
He kept staring at me with that infuriating smile on his face, like I was some kind of amusing little comic put on stage just for him.
As I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably, he finally looked away. His eyes roamed the room, lingering on the uneven stack of books that I gave her to learn more words, the worn-out rug that she probably collected from a trash bin, and the cracked table she made with logs shoved into the corner.
