Emberlynn nodded at each of the authors mentioned by Fabianne, getting more and more excited about her picks: “Those are some of my favourite authors, together with the Brönte sisters that is.” Emberlynn did not read anything that was not English literature, she loved the historical aspect to those books. She would not want to be seen with anything less either, contemporary books were lower class, no, literature was where it should be for higher class or anyone in fact who wanted her respect. “I’m sure that you would make an excellent literary historian, if you desire to follow that trajectory that is.” she said, bringing it back to what Fabianne had told her about having two options she was interested in studying.
Emberlynn nodded at Fabianne talking about judgement of herself. It was something that connected with her. She was her own worst critic, always. “It is near to impossible to not judge oneself when you are constantly judged by those around you. My parents, my friends, everyone does keep me to this high standard.” she told “I only once failed one of my classes, it lead to a massive falling out with my parents. Even if they were aware there was a reason that should have excused me from studying in that moment of time” she stared a bit in the distance, lost in her thoughts about the events that had occurred in her life surrounding that time. “That is kind of you to say. But I am not sure whether I agree with you.” If she didn’t come out of here being the princess, or at least getting far, she had failed. She had not been educated or elegant enough in the eyes of the prince. She hadn’t tried hard enough, all those years. It would have been practically for nothing.
Emberlynn was a defender of the caste system. It had kept her and her family well off for multiple generations. It had allowed her to travel, to spent a fortune on books, art, her horse, to live the life she so admired. However, with Fabianne in front of her, she started to understand there were lower caste people who would deserve a life as she had. Who deserved more doors to open for them, both literally and figuratively. Who would flourish in all that richness. Maybe Fabianne was right, and not everything was quite as it seemed. “Well, you lady Fabianne, you should be proud of yourself. Proud to be here and able to show off the wonderful lady you are.”
@CerealKiller - Fabianne
Sorry you had to wait ages for this disappointment