Chapter 98: The Class Rebellion
As life goes on with the adults of the castle, the young generation also lived a rather different looking life that morning.
The grand classroom was bathed in morning sunlight that streamed in through the wide, arched windows, casting golden patches across the floor.
Shelves of books lined the walls, and globes and maps stood ready for exploration, yet the royal children had little interest in the day’s lessons.
Laughter, not learning, seemed to be the theme of the day.
At the center of it all was Miss Penfield, their long-suffering governess, an older woman with her graying hair tightly pinned back and her spectacles perched precariously at the tip of her nose.
She cleared her throat for the third time, but her voice was drowned by the giggles and playful jabs of her young charges.
"Your Highnesses," she said, trying to summon an authority that wavered in the presence of the unruly group. "Please, we must return to our lesson on the history of the kingdom."
Prince John, a slender boy of twelve with an untamable head of curls, paid her no mind.
He had abandoned his book entirely and was now poking his little sister, Princess Madison, with the end of a feathered quill, sending her into peals of laughter.