A few days had passed since the engagent day between Elizabeth and . The day had been a whirlwind of events, marked by introductions to nearly everyone, except for the two
notoriously unpredictable individuals, Alvaro and Cyril.
The day had begun on a promising note with pleasant discussions and greetings alongside Elizabeth. However, my mood took a drastic turn when Earth Tepes, whom I knew as Jayce, made his appearance. Living on the sa island as him without the ability to exact my revenge was a bitter pill to swallow. It would have been easier if I weren't an Olphean, but my status ca with responsibilities. Should I act on my impulses, Christina would bear the brunt of the consequences, and I'd inevitably antagonize Duncan Tepes, a demigod.
In the end, on Cleenah's advice, I decided to bide my ti and remain composed. An opportunity for retribution would eventually present itself, and for now, there were more pressing matters at hand.
One such matter was my first quarrel with Elizabeth. We even broached the topic of ending our engagent when the opportunity arose. Imagine my shock when, shortly after this heated discussion, she attempted to initiate intimacy. It was my second ti experiencing sex, both tis with Elizabeth, and how could I describe it...
It was a euphoric sensation.
I had never felt such overwhelming pleasure before, and I began to grasp what Elizabeth ant by drowning negative emotions with sothing more powerful. She was entirely correct; after our encounter, thoughts of Earth evaporated from my mind, replaced entirely by a haze of pleasure that lingered until the end of the party. Judging by Elizabeth's expression, it seed this thod had always worked for her to curb her urges.
Now, our relationship had grown even more complex. I was at a loss on how to navigate it.
Elizabeth's indifferent attitude was particularly troubling. When she lost her virginity to , she had been emotional, shedding tears and reacting strongly. But as ti passed, she seed to act as if nothing mattered anymore, as though she wasn't even in love with . This nonchalance only heightened my concerns for her well-being.
Sothing was clearly amiss, but I was unsure how to broach the subject with her.
Anyway...
Classes resud today. I donned my uniform, straightened it, and left my room, determined to face whatever lay ahead.
Christina had already departed for the palace to attend to kingdom matters alongside the other nobles.
"Your Highness, I've prepared breakfast for you and Lady Annabelle," Blaire greeted warmly as I entered the dining room.
"Shouldn't you be with Christina?" I asked, puzzled.
"Um, yes, but Lady Christina left very early this morning and didn't inform beforehand. She asked to stay here to avoid any inconvenience," Blaire explained, slightly embarrassed.
Christina had been working tirelessly since our mother's passing. I just hoped she wouldn't overextend herself.
Annabelle joined at the table, taking her seat. Samara, per my instructions, stayed with Christina to protect her. As for Myrcella... I would see her soon enough.
"As always, you and your mother have outdone yourselves with the cooking," I praised, savoring the fruit basket adorned with a hint of honey and a dley of spices that created a delightful combination.
"Thank you, Milord," Blaire responded, beaming with happiness at my complint.
"You didn't encounter any problems outside, did you?" I asked. Being a Half-Elf, Blaire often faced discrimination. I had known her for over seven months, and as Christina's maid, I had grown to care a bit for her.
"N-Not really, Your Highness. Rest assured," she replied quickly, though her awkward smile betrayed her words.
A blatant lie to avoid troubling . Likely, she had faced issues with those insufferable Elves. Despite my efforts to humiliate and diminish their pride, it never seed to be enough.
I contemplated targeting bigger figures like Lykhor, Alvara, Kendel, or Aerinwyn to enact real change. However, they were formidable opponents, especially the latter three.
My desire to help stemd from my friendship with Gladys, who had suffered greatly in the Teraquin House as a Half-Elf. Now, it also concerned Blaire and Samara. If Samara chose to stay in her holand in the future, I would not tolerate any discrimination against her.
"Oh, Milord, I almost forgot. Lord Rodolf asked to deliver a ssage to you," Blaire interrupted my thoughts, her expression turning serious.
I frowned slightly. "Rodolf Moonfang?"
"Yes," Blaire confird with a nod.
Rodolf Moonfang.
Our interactions had been few and far between, and that was by design. Rodolf was dangerous, unpredictable, and incredibly strong. Antagonizing him would be foolish, given the other adversaries I already had to contend with. His re presence demanded my respect and caution.
Among the Second Years, I unequivocally considered him the strongest Pretender.
"What did he say?" I inquired.
"Lord Rodolf said that he can help you with Lord Connor. I don't understand what it ans though..." Blaire muttered, looking confused.
I finished my breakfast in contemplative silence before preparing to leave.
"Can I co with you, Edward?" Annabelle asked as I stepped out.
"No, you should study-"
"I'm tired of studying! Please, Edward! I'm not a little girl anymore! I just want to see how the academy looks!" Annabelle pleaded, her gaze upset and insistent.
She had been training and studying diligently all this ti. She deserved a chance to enjoy
herself.
I smiled and relented. "Alright."
***
As I walked towards the academy, I attracted a multitude of gasps and whispers from onlookers. Most hadn't seen since the examination stadium, and my appearance had changed significantly since then. The images used in the news still depicted my forr self.
"Kyaa! It's Lord Amael!"
"He looks like Lord Connor but with a wild aura! I'm so into it!"
"The most handso man I've ever seen~"
"He is a Prince after all!"
"Senior Amael!"
"I love you!"
"I would gladly be your concubine!"
"By the way, who's that girl with him?!"
"Isn't she too beautiful?!"
"Is she Lord Amael's new lover?!"
"She seems a bit young though..."
"Maybe Lord Amael is into unripe fruits."
I grimaced at each remark.
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