...some status symbol to this whole
kingdom.She fell back into one
of the overstuffed chairs in the knights conference room. One leg
flopped over the other. She felt positively comfortable around
Cavin, able to be herself through and through. This allowed her
moments of unlady-like and anti-noble attitudes. Something she was
thankful for. Calla was a princess, she loved her father her
throne and her kingdom, it was simply daunting on her young spirit.
She knew some day shed be chained to it, another fact she took
willingly but in the meantime she wanted to live a little, after
all it would be her last chance.And my father sent
for another tutor.Cavin refrained from
his initial reaction which was smacking his forehead and drawing his
hand down his cheek. Calla was hard on tutors and went through them
like fish through water. She was always testing her limit and Cavin
hadnt seen one who didnt end up walking out on the idea of
teaching in a huff or was dismissed in annoyance by Calla herself.
Not again Calla. Cavin said as his shoulders slumped. I
thought you liked the last one.Cavin! Youre
supposed to be on my side. She said scrambling to her feet again.Oh, I am. He
quickly added sheepishly, holding his hands up defensively.They havent
arrived yet though. Calla ducked back into the chair, folding her
arms over her chest o...