Training

"Stand straight, do not arc your back," Lydia, our trainer barked at us

Naya, Maya, Mirabelle and I all stood straight on pin heels, our hands stretched with books on top them and on our head, trying to learn balance. I am doing a very bad job at it as my legs keeps shaking, unable to take the torture. The girls and Mirabelle didn't even break a sweat.

"Imelda, you're not doing it right!" Lydia yelled, grabbing my shoulders.

"Your shoulders should be straight and your back should not be bent."

"As the future Queen it is expected that you walk and move with dignity. You should carry yourself with pride and should never be caught lacking in your duties."

"Who says she is ever going to be a Queen?" Mirabelle snorted.

"If you have time to criticize someone, find and correct your mistake," Lydia lashed at Mirabelle, approaching her.

"I'm getting it right," Mirabelle frowned.

"No you are not." Lydia grabbed her arms and straightened it, adding more books to the ones she was already carrying