Royal Academy

Amelia I'm a fraud. There. You heard it. I won't say it again. For all the nannies, private tutors, and attendance at one ultra elite academy, one would think I could learn to act like a princess. They would be wrong. My father, the king, has sent me back to the academy as a punishment. His reasoning? If I couldn't learn to behave myself under such privileged circumstances, perhaps teaching it to others would cure me of my wicked ways. Only this time I am older, wiser, and perfectly willing to tangle with the teachers who once terrified me. I'd especially like to get wrapped up with that new professor who just happens to reside in the room next to mine. I would certainly like to get up close and personal with his dictionary.