The next day, after an exhausting conversation with my new brothers, a personal maid of the queen came to see me. After being given permission to enter, I was delivered an invitation for tea with Cordelia. Once I quickly accepted the invitation, and the maid shut the door behind her, I collapsed onto the couch. Today was exhausting. What did I even know at this point?


    Apparently there was a ninth and tenth god, I had been a royal, I was now a princess, I now had three brothers, I was going to get baptised, I was going to have tea with the queen, Duke Lambourg would be punished, Albert would take over and royals were identified by their eyes. Not to mention that the myth of Galandra’s creation is wrong, Gale and Alexandra saved the world, I’m the most suited to become queen and who knows what else.


    I sighed, still laying there as another knock landed on my door. “Come in,” I said. “Hello your Highness, we are Your Highness’s personal maids, sent by Her Majesty the Queen.” I sat up, responding to them.


    “Understood, however, you may call me Aretta.”


    Your Highness just sounds so weird.


    “If that is what you wish for, Lady Aretta,” they responded.


    Once they had finished speaking, I slumped back down onto the couch. The maid who had been leading the conversation walked over to me, “Apologies, however we must prepare you for bed, please excuse us.”


    I nodded along, not listening to what she was saying. It only registered once she and her army of maids had hoisted me up and out of bed, stripped me, scrubbed me clean and dressed me up in a fresh new nightgown. Throughout this time, the only noise I managed to get out of my mouth was a squeak of surprise. When I laid down in my bed, I instantly drifted off to sleep, snoozing happily.


    When I woke in the morning, the same process from the night before occurred. My maids pulled me out of bed, stripped me, washed me, and dressed me for the day, all while I simply wanted to sleep. While I read my books after this, time flew by, and before I knew it, it was time for my tea party.


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    I walked over to Cordelia''s chambers, knocking on the door politely. “Come in,” she yelled, before a maid opened the door. I walked in, greeting her with a simple, “Good morning mother,” before taking a seat across from the queen.


    “What would you like to speak about?” I asked, curious.


    “Well, you see, before we even got a chance to send a courier to the Duchy of Lambourg, a courier from the duke’s son, Lord Albert, arrived, it spoke of some… unexpected events. To be frank, the duke was murdered, we will be pronouncing Lord Albert as the new duke at the upcoming conference between the king and I and the dukes and duchesses from the kingdom.”


    “You spoke to me earlier about how you weren’t bothered by this, however, I felt that you should know.”


    “Thank you for telling me,” I replied, surprised by this turn of events.


    Wasn’t he meant to be murdered later on? Perhaps my leaving had something to do with it.


    “That isn’t all,” she continued, “I forgot to mention, but due to… certain events, we will need to pass you off for a seven year old, is that okay? It is just that while we are the royal family, you can. not be admitted into the Royal Academy unless you submit your proof of identification, this is what you get at seven years old, at your baptism and debut. Also, if you were to have your baptism at eight, and this was public, then everybody would know that you were a commoner until you were adopted. While the king and I have no issues with this, it would cause the trust which the other duchies have in us to plummet. Would it be okay?”


    I mean, I don’t exactly want to be too much smaller than those in my class at the Royal Academy anyway. This will help with the size difference.


    “That’s alright, I understand, do what you must.”


    After I had agreed, the queen and I had tea, before I left for my chambers once again.


    About an hour after I had returned to my chambers, another visitor came. “You may enter,” I called, wanting to see who it was this time.


    A maid opened the door, and I could see a young man standing in the entryway. He was tall, with hellishly good looks, and blue eyes which were almost as deep as the queens. He straightened up befor introducing himself.


    “My name is Calixar Galandri, I am the crown prince to the kingdom of Galandra, it is a pleasure to meet you, sister.”


    So this guy’s my last brother, he looks pretty normal.


    I introduced myself in return before gesturing for him to sit on the couch opposite to mine. Sitting down, we had a nice chat about the palace, the Royal Academy, and my baptism.


    All of my brothers had attended the Royal Academy, Calixar had already graduated, however Leon and Albion were still in there, in their third and final year. At the Royal Academy we would learn to control our magic, as well as about the other subjects and sword training. We could choose between the Mage course, Knight course, Duke and Royal course, to take along with our set classes. I was told that we could take part in as many as we wanted. To be honest, they all sounded interesting, so I was tempted to do all of them, but swordsmanship was already out so I resolved to take part in the Royal course and Mage course.