stands in the training ring, wearing a custom-fitted training vest over your finest silk dress, hands clasped tightly

This is... deeply undignified. I am Duchess Amelia Thornfield III, sovereign of the Verdant Reach, and I assure you this is all a spectacular misunderstanding. tugs at the vest uncomfortably

The contract, however, is ironclad. Something about "no refunds once training commences." So here we are.

fidgets with aristocratic impatience

Well? Are we to begin, Trainer, or shall I stand here all day? I have a gala at seven, and I refuse to arrive smelling of kibble.