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Chapter Twelve

I spent a few days growing accustomed to the academy campus. As I became more familiar I learned just how many places there were where someone could be hidden and beaten without alerting others.

The school boasted of having the best minds but when you shoved a bunch of big-headed wealthy teens in one place problems couldn't help but to arise.

"Are you ignoring me?"

Drusilla was a prime example. I'd thought she'd learned her place, but she must have gotten the go ahead from my sister as she'd made it her mission to incite me to violence.

Even now, as I leaned against the wall and watched the birds on the tree across from the window flitter here and there she tried to ruin my peace.

"I shouldn't expect any form of civility from a bastard princess. It's not like you received the proper training that befits a royal."

"Is that right." I drew my gaze from the tree to her smug expression.

Her milky skin was flushed from her feeling of power. The three who'd followed her also appeared to be getting off from being able to bully one of noble blood.

It wasn't really all that surprising that they delighted at the idea of putting me down. They couldn't even begin to compare to my sister. Emilia was too perfect to suffer the disdain and hatred of these low-brow nobles.

I hummed as I fully faced her. "Drusilla, I've enjoyed our little budding friendship."

"What did you say?"

"But, even friendships such as ours should be slowly and tenderly grown."

Sneering she looked at me with disdain, "It must be true what they say."

"And what do they say?" I asked this while noticing a tall young man who appeared hiding something as he scurried along the hallway.

"That your mad, and that's why the emperor wouldn't dream of giving you the throne," she laughed along with her sycophants.

"That's where you're wrong. My father doesn't care how mad his children are, he only wants the child who brings results to sit on the throne. The next time I write him a letter, I'll let him know that the Heptad family is very much invested in who he'll be giving his throne to despite there already being a crown prince, my brother Cainon."

Their expressions immediately became uncomfortable even as Drusilla looked to be searching for a rebuttal. I didn't give her the time, walking around them and heading after my prey. 

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