Sitting at my desk, I couldn't help but notice how pale the princess looked. Her normally bright eyes were now dimly sparkling, and her whispering voice was filled with sadness. I knew something was wrong. The princess was incredibly fragile and vulnerable, and it hurt me to watch her slowly fade away before my eyes.

Declaring that I demand only perfection, I felt that my words were falling to the ground. Can't I see that the princess is sick not only physically, but also mentally? Her inner struggle was obvious, and her weakness only emphasized how far I had gone from understanding and compassion for my student... To my meaning of life...

Understanding came too late. The princess was on the decline, and I was without the means to stop her fall. Her condition worsened every day, and eventually it became clear that she would not survive for a long time. Alas, as her teacher, I focused only on her successes and achievements, leaving behind the scenes the fears and pains that she was going through.

— Martha: "Your Highness, I don't demand anything from you except perfection. Failure is impossible."

I spoke with my usual calmness and severity, hiding any emotions that might betray me. My words were clear and firm, leaving no room for ambiguity or excuses, but... Her face... Her thin and pale face made me want to take her in a tight embrace and never let go.