‘He does not dislike asking questions.’ Aemilia surmised, since Tyrion had mentioned he disliked questions. These things were not so difficult to answer. The truth was enough. “Not quite either, my lord,” she informed him, “I was not expected to be heir one day, so my upbringing was not the same as Melara’s. It was less…monitored,” that seemed the best way to put it.
She’d been able to pursue her own interests without the rigorous guidance of Shella. She had learned the womanly arts, of course, but she had not practiced them as Melara had—not until it was too late for her fingers to truly acquire the grace needed for amazing embroidery, after Melara had passed on. She knew how to stay out of sight and out of mind, and how to follow directions.
However, some habits slipped, when others were practiced more often. She could remember how to ride like a lady, but it wasn’t practiced often. Usually she’d prefer the carriage to that act. “My father believed that I would need to make my own way in the world, and as you can surmise, Shella was not the most interested in how I made my way.”
She’d been able to pursue her own interests without the rigorous guidance of Shella. She had learned the womanly arts, of course, but she had not practiced them as Melara had—not until it was too late for her fingers to truly acquire the grace needed for amazing embroidery, after Melara had passed on. She knew how to stay out of sight and out of mind, and how to follow directions.
However, some habits slipped, when others were practiced more often. She could remember how to ride like a lady, but it wasn’t practiced often. Usually she’d prefer the carriage to that act. “My father believed that I would need to make my own way in the world, and as you can surmise, Shella was not the most interested in how I made my way.”