"He taught us the Secret Mirror. And how to stand like ostriches. It was very educational."
The Marquis blinked, his mouth hanging open slightly. Ostriches? Secret Mirrors?
This sounded like the babblings of children, and yet, the way they stood—the sheer, unshakable dignity radiating from their small frames—was terrifyingly effective.
It was not like the lack of mannerism he had heard about them.
The children were known for never keeping a tutor for more than a week, and they had a lot of dislike for nobles.
And so, it was hard to get on their good side.
Right now, they weren't just playing and acting out their rights as the prince and princess; they were performing authority.
Liora walked past the Marquis and finally peered into the room, looking at Julian, who barely sat up on his bed, gripping the bedpost.
