Over the past weeks, Amalie stopped attending military school, instead she stayed at the Byrant’s manor and began her lessons as a proper noble lady. At first she thought she wouldn’t enjoy something rather than sword fighting, but surprisingly she did enjoy the lessons. Her adopted father thought she had become traumatized from the last experience and decided it was best for her to heal on her own way. Occasionally, she would find herself at the manor’s training grounds where she’d spar with the manor’s guards. Each of them were ever so excited and astonished at her skills. However, what she enjoyed most were the letters she’d exchange with Shudan and their dates.
“Are you sure that’s all you’re ordering?” Shudan asked her as she handed back the menu to the attendant.
“Yes, however I should ask you, is wine all you’re getting?” she asked him.