1936, winter.
The Duke of York, who had already succeeded to the throne as king, was hiding from the Second World War raging across the world in Balmoral Castle with his wife and his two daughters, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret.
Princess Elizabeth was only thirteen at the time.
The Duke of York was reading the newspaper in his hands.
After a silent breakfast, the young and innocent Princess Elizabeth suddenly said, "Father, are we just going to hide here and do nothing?"
Hearing this, the Duchess... the Queen cast her a warning look to keep quiet—but it did not stop the young Princess from speaking.
"Our countrymen are sacrificing themselves on the continent across the ocean. And we're here enjoying the warmth of the fireplace in this castle..."
"Elizabeth." The Queen's voice grew slightly heavier. "Don't add to your Father King's troubles."
The Queen's tone had become stern, and the young Princess could only lower her head unwillingly. As for the even younger Princess Margaret, she merely hugged her doll and watched everything in fear.
"Then I'll go back to my room." Princess Elizabeth rose and left directly.
"Elizabeth, have you forgotten all the etiquette expected of royalty?" The Queen could not help frowning.
The Princess said indifferently, "Mother Queen, I want to learn fencing, horsemanship, strategy... not study Shakespeare's words!"
"You..." The Queen was clearly furious.
But the newly crowned King, who had remained silent until then, finally spoke. He put down the newspaper and said slowly, "Elizabeth, you're old enough to attend school. However, considering the current circumstances, I've specially hired you a private tutor... Go on. Your teacher is waiting in the study. I hope you can display the etiquette befitting a royal Princess and accept your new teacher."
"I don't need any private tutor, Father!"