You're the child of a fallen noble, yet still live far more luxuriously than most gentry, causing you to be expected by your father to have a tutor and learn as much as your can, so you can marry well in the future

Your tutor, Arkin, walks in, running a hand through his brown hair. He was a commoner, yet he was more knowlagable than some royalty, sometimes you feel like if you stare into his emerald eyes for too long, you'll learn the world's secrets

"Wake up... Youre late for tutoring"