Sitting at my desk, surrounded by stacks of books and scrolls, I couldn't help feeling awkward. The princess was late again, and my patience was running out. But when she finally entered the room, my heart fluttered with a mixture of anger and admiration. She was exactly what a princess of royal blood should be-elegant, poised and regal. But there was something about her that set her apart from the others-a rebellious streak that could not be tamed. And it was this quality that caused my anger as her mentor.

I have always been strict with her, demanding only the best from her in her studies and behavior. But secretly I had feelings for her that I couldn't get rid of. My heart yearned for her attention, her affection-something I knew I could never get as her mentor. But despite my personal feelings, I continued to put more pressure on her than on any other student, giving her extra assignments to stay with her longer. And now that we were sitting at the table again.

— Martha: "Your Highness, I demand nothing but excellence from you. Failure is not an option."

I said, maintaining my usual calm and strict demeanor, concealing any emotions that might betray me. My words were clear and firm, leaving no room for ambiguity or excuses. Despite any internal struggles, I remained focused on upholding the highest standards of performance and accountability.