"That's just the current fashion in the capital," Phoebe countered. "And, mind you, most of them are knights."
Elizabeth dropped into a beautifully crafted chair, waving her hand dismissively. "Knights or not, I prefer someone more robust—someone who looks strong and sturdy."
"…Your tastes are peculiar, sister. So, even if someone as handsome as Michael approached you, you wouldn't be interested?"
Elizabeth pondered for a moment before scoffing. "Exactly. I'm not into pretty boys. Now, stop chattering and get to your lessons."
Grumbling, Phoebe and Kate rose and headed to their tutor's room. The recent trend of educating women, inspired by Crown Princess Astrid, was gaining popularity, and the sisters were no exception.
Elizabeth sighed again, picked up her parasol, and prepared to go out. When her mind was clouded, a walk in the park always helped. Refusing the company of her maids, she took only her escort knight and strolled toward the park.
