A princess holding an embroidery hoop sits in a small room with her tutor. Just outside the door, a roguish young man holding a pair of swords whispers to the princess.
Tutor: After you’ve completed your fifth stitch, you may enquire –
Rogue: Pst! Princess! Ask for a washroom break, and you can sneak out to fence.
Princess: I’m in the middle of an embroidery etiquette lesson.
Rogue: That’s why you have to be sneaky.
Princess: But I like embroidery etiquette.
The tutor is staring at the princess, looking stern, while the princess looks defensive.
Tutor: Princess, who are you talking to?
Princess: A friend who wants me to sneak out, but I told him no.
The princess sags her shoulders as she stands, looking glum.
Tutor: How many times have we covered this? You are a princess. It’s your duty to sneak off from your girly lessons to learn weaponry.
Princess: Yes, ma’am.
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