Chapter 11: Lessons
Astrael, now five, strolled around the manor of Ravenastra, admiring and savouring the view of the morning birds chirping and the cool breeze rustling the trees.
His gaze shifted to the garden, where his favourite lavender and dandelion flowers were blooming.
With a confident stride, he enters the study room where his morning class will begin.
"You are late, Young Lord, again." A voice, pleasing to hear, sounded in his ear.
"It’s only 5 minutes, Miss Greta," Astrael countered lightly.
"Don’t talk back, Young Lord. She chided, her tone firm. " It’s not a good manner. Respect your elders." She stated.
"I am sorry, Miss Greta, I will keep in mind," Astrael said with an apologetic face.
Miss Greta, his teacher, was arranged by his mother to teach him about manners, etiquette, nobility, and his studies.
Now he was able to read and write easily, which made him a genius in his household.
Where I was,.. Ah! Miss Greata.
She was pretty with blue eyes and auburn colored hair. The lesson with her feels amazing.