A princess must be well-read.

"Now in this next line, we see how the use of 'wherefore', rather than 'where', emphasizes Shakespeare's...."

Irene dazes off, staring out the window. She loves Wendy, she really does. The younger is easily one of the best teachers. If only she wasn't so boring. And honestly, when would she ever actually need to know 'Romeo and Juliet'? She glances back at Wendy, who's still talking about Shakespeare, before turning back to the window. The sight of a familiar shape outside making her lips curl up into a smile. Seulgi is training outside, and Irene eyes her with a dreamy sigh. Her love-struck gazing is abruptly interuppted by a horde of fangirls cheering Seulgi's name.

'Excuse me? That's MY girlfriend.' She thinks, before paying attention to Wendy, and just in time too, since the blonde has just finished ranting.

"Okay unnie, can you read and translate the next paragraph?" Irene stands up, book in hand, and her hold on it tightens as she catches a glimpse of some one throwing flowers at Seulgi.

"She's mine..." The princess growls, eyes trained on the people below. "Get your filthy hands off her...." Wendy sighs.

"What even are you reading"

A princess must be able to protect herself.

"Alright, unnie! What weapon do you want?" Irene grimaces. She seriously can't understand why Joy is so excited to teach.

"A gun?"

"Good choice! I love guns!"

"I- Should I be concerned?"

"Here." Joy continues, and Irene isn't even sure the younger girl is listening. "It's simple. Point, aim, shoot."

Irene lifts the gun gingerly, using both hands to hold it, and aims it at the target infront of her. She looks over at Joy hesitantly, and finds the younger twirling her pistols. Wow, clearly she wasn't going to be of much help.

"I don't think I can do this." Irene says, lowering the gun.

"It's a paint gun, unnie." Joy deadpans. "At least I'm not making you use a real one. Now shoot."

Irene raises her gun once again, and takes a deep breath, steadying  herself. Her finger curls around the trigger, and she's ever so close to squeezing it, before she jumps ou