Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 12: Chapter 11: A Short Walk / A Day with the Prince

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Chapter 11: A Short Walk / A Day with the Prince I stretch out gloriously in my soft bed as I awaken to the sounds of Mary adding wood to the fire keeping my room warm. I smile to myself because I remember that today is Saturna, aka Saturday, and that means no lessons today. Angus has promised to spend the entire day with me, and even agreed to take me on a short walk outside since the weather is starting to warm up. It’ll be nice to get outside and get some fresh air for once, after all, being kept inside the keep gets kind of stuffy even with the work of a wind user working diligently to keep the smoke from the hearths and torches from building up too much. “Good morning, Milady!” Mary says cheerily as I see a dark blur bobbing in front of the warm glow of the fire. My vision continues to improve each day and I have started to be able to distinguish colors more easily coming from light sources. I can sort of see objects now, granted they appear as blurry blobs and have to be close to me, otherwise nearby light sources block them out. My depth perception is practically nonexistent, but I’m sure that will improve with time, though the sooner, the better. “Good morning, Mary,” I reply, giving her a warm smile as I scootch over to the edge of my bed and swing my legs out in preparation to stand. I hear Mary rushing over to me, ready to catch me should I fall, but I wave her away. “I’m not made of porcelain; I can stand up just fine,” I chastise, making sure to keep the tone light so that she knows I’m not upset. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks I’ll break if left to my own devices. “Mary, I’ll need something a bit warmer today,” I inform her so that she can pick out the appropriate clothes for me. “Angus is going to take me out for a walk today.” “I know just the thing, Lady Beira.” I hear Mary humming to herself as she goes into my closet to gather up my outfit for the day. While she is doing that, I carefully stand, moving slowly because of the short drop from my bed to the floor due to my shorter height. Once safely on the floor, I walk around my bed, using my left hand to stay in contact with it, as I walk closer to the hearth to warm myself. Mary returns and places the clothes she has selected on the bed. She helps me out of my sleeping gown and aids me in getting dressed for the day. Once my clothes are situated, she guides me over to my dressing table and has me sit so that she can take care of my hair. “Since you are going out today, I thought I would put your hair up, if that is alright with you, My Lady,” she says as she starts the task of brushing my hair. I nod in agreement and close my eyes, relaxing to the pleasant sensation of having my hair brushed. Minutes pass and before I know it, she is done. My head feels slightly off balance from what I am used to, probably because she normally just brushes my hair and leaves it down or ties it back with a ribbon. The feeling of having all my hair gathered onto my head instead of hanging naturally is an odd sensation, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I just wish I could see the work she has done. With my clothes and hair all done, Mary leads me downstairs to the dining room where I join my mother for breakfast. We mostly eat in silence, which has been the new norm since the fight we had a couple of days ago after my failure to properly pay attention in my etiquette lesson. Honestly, I feel like I was maybe a bit rude to her when I know that she is only making me take these lessons because she knows the knowledge is something I need, considering my station, but it is just so ridiculous. That said, I am glad that she hasn’t punished me by restricting my ability to see Angus during his morning visits as some form of punishment over my behavior that evening. Why must we conform to archaic and rigid standards just because we are more privileged than most people? I sigh as I finish my plate and put my fork and knife down on the plate at an angle and place my napkin to the left o