Family by Blood

The blood that flows through my veins is ancient, and I've been told that it should be something I consider both prestigious and honorable. My father is a politician, just like his father before him and grandfather before that. Our family estate has been handed down the generations with a plot of land that requires a telescope to see the edges of. Father never talks business outside of his study, and when he brings well-tailored gentlemen to the mansion, I am to smile, curtsy, and only speak of trivial things that girls are allowed to speak of. My mother, though, the Mistress of our grandoise estate, has always encouraged me to be educated and refined. Over tea, we would discuss politics, the state of our country, Newton's Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica, prisms and light, and our relationship with the Heavens. I was very fortunate that my mother inspired me such, and when I was of age to be married, she helped convince Father that the University was in my best interest. It truly is unheard of to be a woman in her twenties of high status not wed to some pretentious aristocrat living off Daddy's money.

Men did not interest me, because if they were any sort like my Father, then I wouldn't get to pursue what I wanted to study. Going to St. Vladimir University was an opportunity to be with like-minded individuals and to make some friends that weren't spoiled rotten. There is nothing wrong with being rich, because I certainly liked my accoutrements, but at the University, I've been witness to all degrees of fortune, or lack thereof.

Now in my fourth year, already accomplished in the medical order and pursuing further studies on propaganda in the modern day, I wonder what my parents think of me now. What would they think about what I'm doing?