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// Chapter: Seven. The Princess and The Tutor. 
// Story: I'm the Princess of Equestria!? 
// by OtakuBrony47 
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We had finally arrived back at the castle, where a some guards were waiting to welcome us back and help us off the carriage. I was still feeling a bit lightheaded from all that cake, but not enough to be physically impaired by it. I rubbed my eyes as I slowly walked inside the castle, where some of the castle staff were waiting by main hall to greet me and Luna. Reginald was there and approached me.

"Ah, Your Highness. Glad to see you back" he said.

"Happy to be back Reginald" I slurred a bit.

"Oh, Princess, are you okay?" he asked. "You sound terrible."

"Right as rain, Reginald ol' chap!" added Luna.

"I'm-a just a little bit, umm, exhausted from shopping all morning." I assured. "Was there anything that came up while I was away?" I added.

"No milady. Nothing important ."

"Excellent" I said, slowly taking a few steps. "Well, If you need me, I shall be in my chambers."

As I walked away, Reginald grab hold of my arm and pulled me back to his side. "Um, your majesty, wait!" he said. I sighed softly, and replied with a head nod. "What is it?" I asked. Reginald continued. "It's high noon, milady. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your princess classes?" My eyes widened, and my tail twitched. "P-P-P-Pri-Pri-Princess Classes?" I stuttered nervously. Reginald slowly nodded. "Yes, milady. Remember, you take it upon yourself to take princess etiquette training classes at least once a year to refresh your knowledge every now and then?"

I try to hide my fear by smiling. "Ah, yes. Thanks for reminding me, Reginald." This was just PERFECT! I have to attend a Princess Etiquette Class!? How am I going to do that!? Reginald raised his eye brows at me, giving me a suspicious look. "You seem nervous" he asked. I laugh awkwardly in response. "N-Nervous! W-Who's Nervous!? Not me! HA! HA! HA!" Reginald kept staring at me. I stared back at him with a nervous grin.

"Princess, have you been cake again?" he asked.

I stared obliviously at him for a moment, making a poker face. "It was Luna's idea!" I yelled, before hightailing my ass up the stairs to get ready for my... *sigh Princess Classes. Reginald tried to call out to be, but I didn't listen. I had to be alone right now to ponder my thoughts. I had to figure out how to get through this. In the mean time, I can't afford any...

"Hello, Princess."

...Distractions. Son of a BITCH! Discord appeared before me, as I walked down the halls. He had a smug look on his face. I don't know for sure, but something tells me he had something to do with this. "What do you want now!?" I asked with frustration. Discord grinned his evil grin, and snapped his fingers. In less than a second, I was teleported back to my bedroom champers. I looked around in a panic. "Whoa! How did you..."

The goat, dragon, snake man interrupted me, placing his finger on my lips. "SHHHH, let's not waste time, Liam" he said. "Every once in a year, you take an etiquette class in order to avoid forgetting. Refresh your mind, so to speak." I stared at him, listening to words with both suspicion and confusion. "There just the simple stuff. Pinkie finger out when you sip tea, walking with books on your head, posture, bowing, waving a fan, your manner of speech, appearance, how to greet foreign guests; all the usual clichés."

"And you choose NOW, to tell me this?" I replied.

"Hey, you didn't think I was going to make it easy for you, did you?" he replied with a laugh. "I can only help you with knowledge on something, Liam. Physical actions and princess-y duties, that's up to you." He leaned in close to me, giving me a sly smirk. "If I'd help you all the way, what fun would that be?" he said. "Remember, your soul on the line..."

"And I WILL. HAVE IT!"

I stared into his eyes. His now red, yellow, orange, black, and white spiraling eyes, as I saw visions of smoke, floating islands, dark purple skies, and eternity of servitude, and... A horse who looks like she escaped a metal asylum. What? I snapped out of my trance, shaking my head side to side, trying to focus. "Okay. Shouldn't be so hard. What do I need to know?" I asked.

"Your class starts in 23 minutes, in the castle's back courtyard" he started. "A tutor arrives to administer the tests and exercises you'll be doing. She'll evaluate your greet, bow, appearance. That includes how you smell so, *SNIIIIIFF you might want to spray a bit of perfume on yourself, and change into some new clothes."

I took a little offense to that. I don't smell that bad! However, after realizing I didn't bathe in the morning, and smelling my armpit and the collar of my dress... "Oh! I see." I smile sheepishly. He continues: "After her evaluation comes the 6 tests. Grace, Posture, Table Etiquette, How to Greet Guests, How to Speak Formal, and Ballroom dancing." Discord snapped his fingers, changing into a tuxedo.

"Now then, if you'll excuse me," he said, "I'm late for a Hot Date! Don't wait up on me now!" he laughed. "But seriously, you on your own here." He added. "Good Luck!"

With a puff of smoke, Discord vanished. I was left alone to my thoughts. I took a deep breathe in, and exhaled. Oh boy, where's a bottle of Corona when you need one? Yeah, I drank. I lived the hood with a mother who's a recovering crack addict. You would too. However, that's not important. I walk over to my dressers and begin to rifle through some clothing options. First, a fresh pair of undergarments. It's not likely that's she would evaluate them, but if there's one thing I learned from experience, is that male or female, underwear gets smelly fast. And I'd like to avoid the awkwardness of being told my VJ smells.

I close my eyes, strip, and put on a new pair of panties, and a new bra. Which again, took almost an eternity for me to put on. I never thought I'd say these words but, Big Boobs are SO overrated. Once the hard part is over, I begin to get dress. I browse through the available clothing options, and grabbed the first dress I thought looked nice. A yellow Cinderella style dress, with puffy sleeves. And matching yellow high heel shoes. "If only they were glass" I jokingly thought. I slipped on a pair of white ballroom gloves (the long sleeve ones), looked at myself in the dresser's mirror.

My hair was a mess. I took a brush tried to see if I could make myself look decent. I brushed the knots out, and fixed up my bangs. I smile at myself in the mirror. "Okay, I look alright" I though to myself. I reached for one of the perfumes bottles by the make-up box. I sure did have a lot. Rose sent, Lavender scent, Vanilla Almond; something called Fleur de Lis No. 3 (probably this word's version of Chanel). I didn't have time to decide, or really cared about how I smelled, as it wasn't dirty. So I sprayed myself with one of each perfume. I hope it wasn't a bad idea.





[No One's POV]

A few minutes have passed. In the back courtyard of the castle, A horsewoman sits on a bench, waiting for a princess to evaluate. She occasionally stops to look at her pocket watch. She yawns, staring at the courtyard's scenery. Trees, bushes, shrubs, flowers, squirrels; chirping birds. It was very beautiful. And very serine. Too serine. She was getting tired, and a bit sleepy watching the lush environment. And waiting for Princess Celestia didn't help. As she checks her pocket watch for the 7th time, a voice calls out to her. She smiles slightly. Took this princess long enough.

[Liam's POV]

I ran up to the tutor I was suppose to meet. She was a middle aged female who wore black frame glasses, a suit and tie, and business skirt, and her hair was tied in a bun. "I'm here!" I announced, as I stopped to catch my breathe. The tutor looked at me with a raise eyebrow. "What?" I asked. She hummed, pondering to herself, before taking out a note pad from her purse and writing something down.

"Interesting" she said. "You arrived later than you normally do, Princess" she stated.

I nervously stood up straight, and smirked sheepishly. "Um, yes, I uh, got lost on my way here" I replied.

"It's your castle" she said.

"Yeah, but... It's big. I sometimes get lost now and then." I giggled, smiling nervously.

"Never mind, let's just proceed" she said.

She began to walk around me in a circle, slowly examining every inch of my body. She looked into my eyes, almost touching noses. "Interesting" she said, as she wrote in her notebook. She examined my dressed, slowly lifting up the hem line, to view my feet. I become a bit embarrassed and backed away, pulling my dress back down. "Oh!" she gasped. I nervously twitched my wings. "Sorry" I said. She wrote in her notebook. I don't know what she's writing down, but I have a feeling it can't be good.

She lifted one of my arms and examined it, for some reason. "Interesting" she said. Then she grabbed one of my wings and extended out. I shivered as she did, causing my other wing to extend. "Goodness" she said, and wrote it down in her notebook. She then ran her fingers through my hair, but stopped half way. "Oh!" she yelled softly. She took her hand away from my head and began to rub her fingers together.

"Your hair..." she said, "...its all greasy."

"Oh yeah, I uh... haven't had time to... wash it?" I nervously replied, smiling sheepishly.

"I see" she said, and proceeded to write more in her notebook.

I'm probably failing miserably right now. The tutor continued to examine me. She picked up the back of my dress, obviously to see my ass. I did not appreciate it one bit. "HEY!" I yelled, swatting her hand away. She gasped softly. I placed my hand over my mouth in shock. Did I really just do that? She wrote it down in her notebook. "Sorry" I said. Then she sniffed me, which caused me to flinch. "Interesting" said the tutor. She finished writing and was now staring at me face to face.

"Well?" I asked.

She said nothing for a while. I waited in anticipation, wondering what she had to say. She reviewed the notes she made in her notebook. "So, this what I'm working with, huh?" she asked. I raised an eyebrow, looking a bit confused. What did she mean by that? "Well, I've seen worse" she said. I stared at her with a mixture of contempt, and confusion. "So?" I asked her. She reviewed her notebook again. All was silent for a few seconds, before she spoke:

"Well, your hair is greasy and looks unkempt, you used WAY too much perfume, which by the way, is NOT a substitute for a proper bath, your majesty. You smell horrendous. However, your choice in wardrobe is pretty satisfactory, so you'll get a pass on that. You're not wearing make-up, which makes you look rather dull, you have hyper sensitive reflexes now, but that's normal. Not many princess I tutor are fond of me examining their Figure."

I blushed, and looked away with a sheepish frown on my face.

"Moving on. Your greet was horrible. You didn't to bow, didn't ask me how I was, and you didn't even say Welcome. I would have figured that a veteran princess would at least know that. Especially a veteran who hosts the Grand Galloping Gala every year, among other events. It's only status quo for a host to say Welcome to their guests. Overall your performance was, mediocre."

I stared on with embarrassment and horror with each word she said. I blew it big time. I just hope this doesn't blow my cover. "However..." However? What however? The tutor smiled at me and placed her notebook back in her purse. "Other than some poor hygiene, and a less than pleasing greet, I'd say you've passed this portion of the test" she said. I sighed a breathe of relief.

"Thank you, so much!" I said.

"Don't thank me yet" she said. "We still have a lot more work to do."

I nodded. "The table etiquette test is next, right?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Now we move onto your Grace and Balance." I frowned with a embarrassed blush. "Oh" I said. With a giggle, the tutor walked away and head towards the back courtyard entrance of the castle. She turned to back to look at me. "Well, aren't you coming?" asked. "Oh, sorry!" I cried. I ran up to her. "So, where are we heading?" I asked. She looked at me with a confused look.

"To the your castle's ballroom to practice your balance and grace" she said, raising an eyebrow. I became nervous upon hearing that. I have to lead her to a room in my castle!? I haven't even gotten the hand of the layout yet! "Oh, yes, of course" I replied. "Follow me." I slowly gulped, clenching onto the fuzzy warm feeling in my stomach. Jesus Christ, help me.