The Student Councils Touchstone 3
My current duty was to improve His Highness Alforth’s position, so I went about this by spreading rumours saying that he wasn’t an elitist himself, but someone that was manipulated by them.
This would clear up the general misunderstanding the public had of him, while emphasizing that he was just another victim. While this would enforce the idea that he was an unreliable prince, it was at least better than being seen as a cruel person willing to cut off his friends.
Once the rumours spread, we could move on to the next stage of the plan, but it would take some time. So while we waited for the gossip to take hold, I began implementing another project I’ve been meaning to enact for some time now.
“Today’s lesson is about how to hold yourself with grace. Straighten your back, and try to keep the nerves at the ends of your fingertips taut as you move your limbs.”
“Umm… like this?”
“Yes, exactly like that. You should more or less be just at the boundary between stillness and movement– in other words, move your limbs as if you were carrying heavy luggage with them.”
“Oh, okay.”
I had reserved one of the school’s private training rooms and was currently giving lessons on proper bearing. However, the person I was instructing wasn’t my lady, but His Highness Alforth.
Even if it was only on the surface, I wanted him to be able to present himself appropriately for his position as a royal.