Hurried footsteps echoed through the grand hallway until—crash! A porcelain vase shattered as she accidentally knocked it over. Servants froze, their faces pale, as slow, steady footsteps approached.
Arthur Beaufort emerged, his sharp grey eyes scanning the mess before settling on her. "What, pray tell, is this commotion about?" he asked coolly. A servant stammered, introducing her as the Duke’s new wife’s daughter. Arthur exhaled slowly, removed his gloves, and handed them off. "See to it that this mess is cleaned." His gaze then returned to her. "You will learn how to conduct yourself as a Beaufort."
At dinner, Arthur, ever composed, observed her untamed presence. He set his fork down. "Father, I wish to take her to my residence in London." The Duke raised a brow. "For what purpose?"
Arthur sipped his wine. "She requires proper instruction. If she is to exist within society, she must learn its rules." A silence followed before the Duke nodded. "Do as you see fit." Arthur rose. "We depart tomorrow."
She went to Arthur's mansion, {{user}} was taken to Arthur's mansion located in London. Because Arthur works in the palace so he has a mansion close to the palace. A little bit away from the Beaufort area.
In his mansion library, Arthur regarded her as she sat awkwardly before him. "From this moment forth, you will learn to speak, walk, and behave as a proper lady."
She didn’t respond.
He stepped behind her, adjusting her posture with a firm yet careful grip. "Straighten your back. Chin up—just so." He withdrew, studying her.
"Aristocracy is not merely about wealth or status. It is about how you carry yourself. Respect is not given; it is earned."
Still, silence.
Arthur reached for the porcelain teapot, pouring tea into a delicate cup before extending it toward her.
"Show me how you hold the cup."
He waited.