Noble life

As I stood in front of the mirror, still dripping with water from my bath, I couldn't help but stare at my own reflection in awe. I had never seen myself in such detail before, and I was taken aback by how handsome I looked. My black hair was sleek and shiny, my golden eyes sparkled with life, and my face was that of a young prince. I couldn't believe that this was my own body. I was mesmerized by my own beauty, and I couldn't help but smile at myself.

But my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and I turned around to see Lily, one of the maids, entering the room. She had a bundle of clothes in her arms and a small smile on her face. Without saying a word, she began to help me get dressed.

I froze, my embarrassment creeping up on me as I realized that I was standing in front of her in just a towel. I stammered, telling her to leave the room, but she simply looked at me confused.

"My lord, Is something wrong?"

" why are you here? I can get changed myself!"

"But... my lord this is what I do every day"

wait .... WHA-.... o right ... fuck My messed up memories... but still I am not the same as before how can I not feel shy dammit!

nevertheless I kept my mouth and lily also continued with what she was doing

as I got dressed, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lily. Her long, fiery red hair cascades down her shoulders in soft waves, framing her delicate face perfectly. Her eyes are a deep, blood red, and they seem to sparkle with a mysterious energy. Her skin is like porcelain, smooth and unblemished. She is petite and slender, with curves in all the right places.

wasn't She was around the same age as me? ..... then how is she soo mature?? both mentally and .. ahem*

She is wearing a traditional maid's outfit, all in black. The dress hugs her figure snugly, accentuating her curves. The bodice is high-necked and long-sleeved, but it is made of a sheer fabric that allows a glimpse of her skin beneath. The skirt is full and falls to her ankles, with a small train trailing behind her. A white apron is tied around her waist, and a frilly cap sits atop her head. She looks elegant and sophisticated, the epitome of a lady's maid.

After I was fully dressed, I thanked Lily and told her that I would like to dress myself from now on. She looked confused again.... well she is going to be more in future... so nevermind.

As I wander through the castle, I have random interactions with other servants. They are all surprised by my sudden change in behavior, and I am ashamed of how I have treated them in the past. I apologize and make amends, vowing to be a better person from now on.

First, I come across the cook, Mrs. Jenkins. She is a plump woman with kind eyes, and I can tell she has been in the castle for many years.

"good morning Mrs. Jenkins how are you today"?

she flinched

"good morning young master, is their anything you want to me to do?"

"nope, can't I just greet my servants"

"well..... "

looks like it will take time for them to accept my new behavior... but anyways I will make sure to treat them better in future

I also come across the castle's gardener, Mr. Thompson. He is an older man with a kind face and a gentle smile. I apologize for any trouble I may have caused him in the past, he just looked towards me and nods

like this I encountered many and to put it simply, they all seem surprised and shocked of my new behavior.

Finally, I come across the castle's head butler, Mr. Smith.

As I approach Mr. Smith, I can't help but feel a sense of trepidation. He is known throughout the castle as a strict and no-nonsense man, with a reputation for being unyielding and uncompromising. But as I stand before him, I can see that there is more to him than meets the eye.

He towers over me, his broad shoulders and imposing frame making him seem almost larger than life. But as I look into his eyes, I can see a glimmer of kindness and understanding. I take a deep breath and begin to apologize for my past behavior, expecting him to brush me off or dismiss my words.

But to my surprise, he listens attentively, his stern expression slowly melting away as I speak. When I finish, he looks at me for a moment before nodding slowly. "I accept your apology young master," he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "And I can see that you are truly remorseful for your actions. That is a good start, but it is only the beginning. Remember that actions speak louder than words, and it is up to you to prove that you have truly changed."

I nod, feeling a weight lift off of my shoulders. Mr. Smith may be a strict man, but he is also fair and just. And in that moment, I realize that I have truly begun to change.

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As I sit down to breakfast, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I know that after this meal, I will have to attend my daily classes. I am a noble, and as such, I am expected to excel in etiquette, language, piano, and swordplay. But the truth is, I am terrible at all of these subjects.

Etiquette class is the first on my schedule, and as I enter the room, I am greeted by the cold gaze of my instructor, Lady Margaret. She is a tall, slender woman with a sharp tongue and an even sharper disposition. She is not impressed by my lack of manners and makes sure to let me know it. She scolds me for my poor posture and lack of social graces, and I can't help but shrink under her gaze.

"Young lord, if you keep on doing this simple mistakes, It will affect not only you but the also the name of darkwing dukedom"

Next is language class, where I am taught by a kinder instructor, Monsieur Dupont. He is a patient man who tries his best to help me improve my language skills, but I am just not cut out for it. I struggle to understand the grammar and sentence structure of the various languages he teaches, and I can see the disappointment in his eyes.

Piano class is no better. I am tone-deaf and have no sense of rhythm, and my instructor, Mrs. Johnson, is not afraid to tell me so. She criticizes my every mistake, and I can't help but feel like a failure.

Finally, there is swordplay class. I am physically fit, but I have no natural talent for it. My instructor, Captain Thompson, is a gruff man who is used to dealing with nobles like me. He is not impressed by my lack of skill and often scolds me for my poor technique. But even though I am not good at it, the guards still appreciate my efforts and I can see they are proud of me.

After a long day of classes, I retire to my chambers, exhausted and defeated. I know that I will never excel in these subjects, but I also know that I must continue to try. I am a noble, and it is my duty to be the best that I can be, even if that means struggling through classes that I am not naturally

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next chapter will be the one from where the story actually starts

sorry for this boring info dumps but there is still so much else to explain😅, but next one will be more interesting

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