Children from noble families knew their place well—and were sharp for it. Instinctively, they could tell who was above and who was below them. They knew how to use their status to their advantage.
So the governesses had long since given up trying to discipline them. They simply followed behind the children like goldfish droppings trailing in water, believing that alone counted as doing their job.
But those sharp, clever children were now sitting perfectly still, not even breathing loudly. The governesses blinked repeatedly, staring at the scene in disbelief.
As if wondering what kind of magic that governess, Jacqueline Somerset, had used on them.
He was tired. Windsor pressed at his temples, tilting his head slightly. Then he rested his chin on the back of his hand and closed his eyes.
The nobles he had met after a long time were more childish than his six-year-old nephew. Like children…
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