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Chapter II

A maid knocked on the door and stepped in slowly.
"Miss Rosaline? It is time to get up and ready for the day"
Rosaline groaned and threw her covers over her head. Not wishing to get up.
"Miss Rosaline! Please do get up"
The maid then pulled the covers off which revealed a very annoyed Rosaline. The maid got her up and helped Rosaline get ready for the day.
"My dear maid what do I have to do today"
Rosaline asked as the maid tightened her corset making Rosaline almost double over in pain. She never enjoyed corsets, they were very tight and honestly uncomfortable.She wished she could go without, but her mother insisted on a corset. 'You need to look small for any upcoming suitors' was all her mother ever said to Rosaline.

"Well you just have some poetry lessons and dancing lessons my Lady Rosaline."

"Okay, you may go. Thank you"

The maid nodded and rushed out of Rosaline's room. Rosaline headed over to her balcony and groaned in disappointment as she sunk onto the railing.

"Why must father and mother force me to go to that ball? And to also force me to take dancing lessons to prepare myself?! I never dance anyways! Those damned old hags!"

Rosaline smacked the railing out of anger then immediately regretted it. Gripping her hand tightly as she cringed in pain.

"Lady Rosaline? Are you ready for your lessons?"
A male voice came from the doorway, Rosaline turned around to see her tutor. An old gentleman, he was the kindest to her and never forced her to do too much if she did not wish too.

"Benjamin! How great it is to see you sir"
Rosaline smiled happily, heading over to him to help with the heavy books he was carrying.

"Lady Rosaline you do not have to help me"

"Oh but I must! You are getting weaker and you are so kind to me. It would be rude of me not to help"

"You are too kind my lady, now let's get started shall we?"

As time went on Rosaline started to lose focus, she finished not too long ago with her poetry lessons and was being taught some basic dancing techniques. Around an hour in or so she started to lose focus and thought of the upcoming ball that night. Why did her parents always tell her about things the day prior? Well I do try and make plans to escape so it sorta makes sense. Ugh! So unfair she thought, then immediately stepped on poor Benjamin's foot.

"I am so sorry! Is your foot alright?"

"Ah no need to fuss over it, it was an accident. Now let's try that again, shall we?"

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