Cerelia Lynn

You take a deep breath.

Many names swirl about your head. All of them are solid options. But eventually, one calls out to you and crystalizes in your mind.

"I am Princess Cerelia Lynn." you announce, trying your best to sound as feminine and regal. It sort of works, but could use a whole lot of practice.

A smile still forms on Maribelle's face.

"Nice to meet you, Princess Cerelia." she greeted, picking up a tape measure off of a vanity. Making her way over to you, she measures your waist, head and legs. "By time of our next lesson, I want you to only answer to that."

You flash a thumbs-up.

"So next week?" you remark, getting a nod from your teacher. As first lessons go, this wasn't what you expected. Which was possibly what made it all the better in that regard.

"Correct."

Once that's done, you give a wave and head for the door. Both princesses make sure to wave back with gloved hands. Though inside, you can't help but wait for your next princess lesson.