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Chapter Four

Four weeks had gone by and this was the fifth teacher I'd made cry.

Taking a sip of my tea, I watched as my ethics teach kneeled with tears dripping down his face. "Princess, Seventh Princess you're reason is immaculate won't you come to our Frekian Academy and speak to our freshman class?"

"No."

He fell forward and wailed into his arms.

My memories were once again triggered. When I was living a life of fear and worry, I was desperate to prove myself. Which led me to being overzealous in my studies. From political sciences to etiquette, I'd spent my days training my self to be perfect but whether anyone ever truly noticed my efforts well...I can't comment on that.

"Professor Stewart, please control yourself."

Dame Chaucer said looking down her nose at him. Grey eyes glinting with disdain she waved over the palace guards. "Please escort Professor Stewart out."

I blew a whistle and gave him small wave as he was escorted out.

Dame Chaucer turned her attention to me, her expression softening though nothing about the woman could be called 'soft', her bearing was as straight as an iron wall. The dress she wore had delicate designs around the collar, highlighting the well cut diamonds in her ear. The silver strands of her grey hair was held back in a elegant chignon.

"Seventh Princess, I will dismiss myself to meet with your father and report to him you'll be needing the next teacher."

"Hmm," I hummed and she gave a short bow before leaving.

Baros who'd been on his best behavior immediately lost his stoic air of a knight and lazily walked over to the opposite couch and plopped down. Grabbing one of the cakes from the assorted treats on the table he tossed in his mouth. "So, princess how long are you planning on torturing this one?"

I worked over my thoughts and glanced at Dalton, who still remained standing behind me. Cirilo was out with Scarlett trying to finish answering the noisy questions about my palace burning down by accident. Who knew that was something they would spend four weeks investigating? I didn't.

"I don't know, depends on what they will be teaching me. The etiquette teacher lectured my father as she thought he was deliberately wasting his time. The social studies and humanities teacher tried to kidnap me. The mathmagician magic's formula specialist did kidnap, thank you Dalton and Baros for stopping him. The musician tried to get my bed, I'm deeply upset that you stopped him Dalton." I ignored the glare he shot at me. How dare he glare at his master...Well, I guess I did make life difficult for everyone with my sending love letters to the pianist. "Hmm, and the philosophy teach won't stop until I come to his school and give a lecture."

"Why don't you wish to go to Frekin academy, I heard it's the top place for Nobel children to learn."

I wouldn't go anywhere where I would run into the very people who ruined my life. That would put far too close to the emotion called pain. Pain, makes you do stupid things. I can't take the life of the most favored princess and her friend, my ex-husband. At the time I, was the only child of the emperor who wasn't afforded the right to go to that school. I chuckled, "When it was time for people to think of children to put on the roster for going to the Academy my name wasn't on there."

Confusion showed on Baros face as he sought an answer from Dalton who stood behind me. "I thought all of the empires princess and prince's had to attend the Academy."

"Awe, how cute that you think that."

Some of use are cared about enough to be watched and nurtured, others not so much.

And instead of being asked we'll written off as gloomy and depressing children. Ignored, ridiculed or bullied, treated like pariahs.

I sucked in a quicky breathe and pressed my hand against my forehead. "I want to do something, anything other than studying."

I set my cup upon the table and stood. "Let's go see Father, and maybe since I've been such a good princess he'll let me out."

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"Are you crazy?"

My father demanded from behind his desk as he secretaries worked around him. He barely glanced at the papers set before him, when he signed and stamped with a jarring bam. "I've received nothing from Dame Chaucer that would make me willingly give you a pass to leave."

I crossed my arms in irritation. "I've been on my best behavior. I've not killed a single person, or enticed anyone of your children to destroying their political advantage in getting the throne after your croak."

Some of the secretaries flinched, again I ignored their staring.

Carthage eyes narrowed, "That! That right there, what child talks about their father croaking?"

"Everyone," I rolled my eyes. "You're the emperor not a toddler. Why wouldn't we think about it, isn't literally the reason we're alive to ensure the royal line continues blah, blah blah. Look, I've taking every class you want me to, even music."

"You tried to sleep with him!" Carthage slammed his hand on the desk. "I will die before I let you be deflowered before marriage."

"Good luck," I muttered.

"Zorya!"

"Alright, alright but I can't be held responsible for what I'll do if you don't let me go out and get some fresh air."

He frowned waving off another attempt at making him sign paperwork. "And what could you possibly do?"

I tapped my chin. "I could break into you're vault and take the holy sword for spin in the woods? Or I could send a letter to Lord Castor and tell him where his third son is? Isn't he currently be held hostage by brother?"

Carthage expressed paled his eyes wavered. "Whose son?"

"Lord Castor, you're prime ministers son. You know rumored to be brilliant at sword play, but also favored as he resembles his mother who passed away when he was born. The one you warned 3rd prince to stay away from."

He jumped to his feet and yelled, "Bring me my son now!"

Seeing that my father would be a bit busy I walked over to the couch and took a seat crossing my legs. Originally, Lord Castors body would have been found when someone decided to use to create a rift between my father and the prime minister.

I guess getting something for myself could save a life.

Ten minutes later my brutish 3rd brother entered, his long golden hair pulled in a low ponytail. His eyes were green and not blue, but filled with a level of emptiness that used to unsettle me. The only time he seemed to feel anything was when he is fighting someone or raping them after defeating them.

Ah, what disgusting trash.

"You bastard," A book flew hitting him square in the face.

Go father.

Carthage stood his chest heaving as he glared at my brother. I could smell the rage coming off him. "I told you to leave Bentley alone. I made it clear that I would lock you in your palace if you ever, ever touched him did I not Rainard?"

Rainard...that's his name.

Rainard eyes widened slightly as he appeared surprised my father knew. His tall body tensed, as he pressed hand to his nose. "F-father, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're crazy sister knows, what makes you think I don't? You've take Lord Castors sone to you filthy cabin in the hunting grounds. I will give you an hour to bring him here, alive and untouched. If you don't I will tear your name from the royal family tree."

Ooh, now that's a dangerous threat.

Rainard staggered back, "B-but father, I haven't."'

"Go!"

Rainard glanced at me with hatred before he ran out.

"Wow," I slowly started to clap. "It's almost like if you threatened something that bad the first time he did it he'd have stopped his little addiction. So—, since I've essentially saved you a coup attempt can I go out?"

Father glared at me. "If he brings him back alive then yes."

I grinned just as the door slammed open and roughed up Bentley Castor entered followed by a frazzled looking Rainard.

"I can't wait to enjoy the capital."

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Author Note: Rainard is a bastard and deserves death. Welp many chapters to go.