There was also Priscia's loving nursing, and Peter gradually gained strength as his parents grew, as they imagined. I gradually fell asleep less and more often, running around like a boy of that age properly and getting better all at once when my appetite grew. By the time Peter turned ten, he was no longer completely different from a normal boy, saying, "We're going to be knights in the future!" Oh, my God, I'm starting to say that. Priscia narrowed her eyes to the appearance of her healthy brother as she watched Peter wield a boom and a wooden stick.
Now it's like the load on Priscia's shoulder went down. My brother doesn't need Priscia's hand anymore. Priscia's hands have been used on the hips of grandmothers and servants these days. At this time, Priscia was eighteen. Noble women around here are getting married.
My parents have had Priscia dedicate her time to Peter before, and I wanted to make Priscia do whatever she wanted. I wanted to look for someone if I wanted to get married, and if I wanted to study freely for myself a little more, I wanted to make that happen for you.
In those choices, Priscia hoped to attend the school of demeanor. Of course, ordinary studies were learning, Priscia, but at that school she could learn about various lives, such as behaving, cooking, etc. Priscia, who enrolled at the age of eighteen, ended up taking care of her youngest child in the elderly group, but Priscia rather enjoyed the situation, who was used to taking care of people in the matter of Peter.
The daughters attending that school had many common people, and nobles had only a few downstream families like Priscia. Thanks to this, the atmosphere was free and Priscia had fun. I am aware that I am almost a commoner rather than a nobleman.
The true aristocrats attend more decent upstream schools specializing in aristocracy, or teach advanced knowledge with tutors, etc. The Priscia School of Behavior is attended by the daughters of ordinary people who wish to serve in aristocratic mansions and upstream places. Because true aristocracy is what servants do about life, many aristocrats do not need to study labor, etc., but rather find it a disgrace to do so.
But when Priscia thought about her future, she married a man of nobility who was superior to herself and could not imagine herself living in an aristocratic society. It's not that I don't like living like that, but most importantly, I didn't feel like such a man would ever see me. Nice place. Same level of downstream aristocracy as the Lands, or would likely marry a common man. There is also the fear of not being able to marry. I just want to avoid being unable to marry and keep getting annoyed with my brother's inherited Rand family.
If you can't get married, you have to get a job. Either way, Priscia thought calmly that she should have the knowledge she needed to live her life and decided to go to school. Even if we get married, we'll have to do the house thing ourselves, and if we can't get married, Priscia was thinking of serving somewhere. For now, because the life that the servant will do all of it will certainly not be visited.
In a way I was thinking about a future without dreams, Priscia, but I had no pessimism at all. School was fun. I made friends that I didn't care about, and my school life while forgiving my busy younger classmates was as much fun as the days I played with Peter. All my younger classmates nostalgic for Priscia. When Priscia thought two years of school life was coming to an end and it would be good to go for a teacher, she was called out by a teacher who was eyeing Priscia.
"Priscia, what are you going to do now? Are you getting married?
"No, I haven't thought about marriage yet"
Priscia, who was 20 years old, is now the best marriageable age as a woman. Rather, in aristocracy, if we miss this time of year, we will be late. Still, Priscia didn't feel like getting married yet. Above all, he's going to go to corner school, and he's going to be able to graduate with some good grades. I wanted to work for anything and try to help people. Neither do my parents strongly recommend marriage. Perhaps it is simply because parents who are oblivious to the past cannot find a good relationship with Priscia.
"Yes," the female instructor nodded to Priscia's words, looking at Priscia with her spine straight out. He was also said to be the toughest instructor in school, but Priscia liked this teacher. Fair and straight at all times. I respected that it would be nice to be such a woman. I think the instructor liked Priscia, too, if Priscia's honest respect had been conveyed.
"The royal palace says they want one woman. I don't know what kind of work it will be until I go, but I'm sure it starts with chores. It's a job you have to be prepared for to be busy, Priscia, but what do you do? I want to recommend you."
To the words of an unexpected instructor, Priscia turned her eyes round. For a few seconds, after staring at the esteemed master, my mouth opened on its own before anything else I could think of.
"Yes! Make sure! I want to take that story!
To Priscia's momentum, the instructor cautioned, "Priscia, try to be calm at all times," but loosened his mouth.
"Okay. Now, let me recommend you. I think you could do a fine job. Good luck for your country."
"Thank you."
With the attention of the instructor, he was a gracefully thankful Priscia, but he was standing in his heart. The Royal Palace! You can work in the Royal Palace! When I say noble, Priscia has never entered the royal palace. The Royal Palace is rumored to be busy, but if you work hard anyway, the busier you are, the better. It helps the people who support the country. I want to try to help people with my own power, not with the power of my hands.
20-year-old Priscia was heartbroken and graduated from school that way.
The story of the Priscia woman surprised the Rand family. The servants were admired for their high praise, and their mother said, "I envy the royal palace." I've never been in anything decent, either, "she said, and my grandmother said," I do. It's been decades now, and the previous king... "Peter, twelve years old, began his old story and shone his eyes," I'll be a knight in a few years, so I can work with my sister. "
"But are you okay? I hear the Royal Palace is terribly busy right now."
The only thing I seemed to worry about was my father. Once a member of the aristocracy, his father occasionally asks for help from the royal palace to help him with his work, but he is reluctant to avoid it. The other nobles seemed to be lined up. Over the past few years, things have overlapped and the Royal Palace in the Lukot Country has been busy flipping. It is said that the primary reason is because of His Royal Highness Henry, Prince Wang, but we all don't pinch our mouths to what the next king will do, and most importantly, what Henry is doing was a good thing as a country. It's just that the way you do it is forceful, unplanned and powerful. I hear the perimeter is swinging by it.
"I don't know if I can do it, but I want to do it as much as I can."
When Priscia was completely grown up, everyone in the mansion nodded with a glare, "Priscia's grown up, too."
From the first day of stepping into the royal palace, Priscia was astonished.
I heard you were busy. I heard, but I'm really busy. Is this the Royal Palace?
When it came to the royal palace, there was a gorgeous image. Beautiful royal women come and go in luxurious dresses, and the women are pale and courteous. The lovely Kingsguard knights walk wide, the brilliant civilians move forward with their policies in order, and the powerful nobles stand on top of them. And in the back, there was a little bit of fear that the conspiracy was swirling... and Priscia imagined something like that on her own. No, that's not just Priscia. All the common people of the world living in a world unrelated to the royal palace would have such an imagination. Even stories that circulate as the public normally do, the Royal Palace is portrayed as such.
But this is...
Priscia stays stunned and looks at the surrounding sights.
Anyway, everyone walks fast. No one is jittery. The lovely Kingsguard knights walk and pass at great speed, though it may be lovely indeed. That face is also harsh.
Most importantly, is it the civilians who are murdering? There were only people who walked sideways or in sharp tones discussing and walking without even looking at the material before. It was Priscia, who had an intelligent and dear image when it came to the civilian, but one way or another there is a more frightening air of the civilian than the knights.
Among the sights that Priscia sees, there was no such thing as an elegant person.
"Look, you, what are you doing!
"Ah, Yes!
Priscia was distracted and watched the royal palace, but the older woman called out and hurried back to me.
"Work is like a mountain! Hurry up."
"Excuse me!"
Is it my future boss? Driven by her, Priscia took a step forward in the life of a woman official.
As my father said, the job was busy. Anyway, they made me do anything. From cleaning and other chores to taking care of guests and helping with paperwork. While some people quit one after the other, did they originally have a strong sense of responsibility and a well-looked after personality?
While working in a selfless fascination, Priscia was about to celebrate the year by working out of the Royal Palace.