The Naughty Princess

Liliana sat on the chair in the drawing room, which had been converted into a lecture room for the day. Her shoulders slumped, and her brows were furrowed in deep contemplation. Scholar Nicolas Leroy was speaking, but Liliana's mind was far from the lecture.

"This is awkward," Liliana thought, glancing to her side. The Ásján princess sat beside her, perfectly poised and engrossed in scanning the book in front of her. 

"Brother and sister are too beautiful. How annoying," Liliana continued to muse, her mind recalling Crown Prince Sten's annoying face. 

"Princess Liliana, eyes on the book," Nicolas' stern voice suddenly cut through the room.

Liliana snapped back to attention, quickly fixing her posture and offering a nervous smile. She redirected her gaze to the book, but her mind failed her.

"I do not like this subject," Liliana thought, pouting her lips as she simply scanned the blurry words.