From a young age, Maribelle lived up to the rules nobles they and society set upon themselves. There’s a set decorum for almost every situation, and through the years it felt as natural as breathing for the Ylissean noble woman. As such, she has expectations for everyone else, more so for those born with the same silver spoon as she.
❝ Young Lady. ❞ She starts, voice already laced with disappointment. Legs crossed and hands on her lap, she sits across another young woman -- a student -- with adorable pink hair and purple orbs for eyes. She would make a fine, beautiful noble-- if only she could control the words that come out of her mouth. ❝ You are aware as to why I invited you for tea, are you not? ❞
It was at this point Maribelle started preparing serving tea for herself and her guest, and only when their cups were filled did she add, ❝ One does not prattle around declaring they are nobles like some base born. One only needs to let it show-- through their lifestyle, their deeds and how they present themselves day to day! Do you understand, darling? ❞