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*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

The chirping of the morning birds sang throughout the Empire of Oden as the morning sun swelled over the flatlands and over small mountains. Flowers that were once sealed blossomed magnificently, their vivid and cheerful petals glistening under the morning rays.

The creamy, white curtains fluttered inside the broad, extravagantly decorated room with the patio doors wide open, vines running up and down from the balcony as bluebirds flew by, their exquisite chirping waking up a certain reincarnated woman.

Inside the flower-filled room, over towards the bed, was a lump that was formed from underneath the silky and warm-looking blankets. Hearing the singing of the birds (Y/n) groaned in displeasure, her body aching from the training that she received last night with her mentor, Lord Sedireng.

Fluttering her eyes open, her long, lustrous eyelashes framed her sharp and captivating eyes, her gaze drowsy and irritated as a sigh left her blood-red cherry-shaped mouth. Slowing moving the covers away from her form, (Y/n) feet hit the floor as she sat still on her bed, her eyes forward as she started at the small lavender plants which were waiting for her to water them.

Bringing a delicate and dainty hand to her face, (Y/n) caressed her temple as she got up from her bed and walked over towards the water pitcher that was already filled—curtesy of the maids—and hoisted it up, walking over towards the lavender plant and pouring an appropriate proportion of water for them.

"There you go, good and healthy." (Y/n) whispered, her voice still groggy from her serene sleep as she walked over to the next plant. After watering the remaining plants in her room (Y/n) walked back over towards her bed and dropped, her legs and arms sprawled out as her loose hair too, branched out on the bed.

Huffing in displeasure at having to wake up so early (Y/n) heard the hasty footsteps of many people approaching her corridors making (Y/n) sit back up with her arms holding her weight, her eyes staring up at the renaissance painted ceiling.

'I wonder if I put too many angel babies in there...' (Y/n) thought, her interest in the matter poor as knocking echoes struck her ears that were coming from the door. "My lady, may we come in?" The leading maid asked, her voice polite. Glancing over her shoulder (Y/n) yawned, "You may come in, ladies. As always." Whispering the last part to herself, the doors could be heard opening as a swarm of maids rushed in, clothes folded in their hands with others carrying water pitchers.

Walking in front of the other maids, the woman bowed down, her eyes closed as the other maids did the same.

"My lady, we have come here to prepare you for morning lessons with Mrs. Donna." The leading maid notified her, though it wasn't like (Y/n) didn't know what they were here for. Nodding her head with indifference (Y/n) exhaled and shifted to face them.

"Do as you must."

So, the maids spend their time scrubbing, cleaning, and pampering the fully grown (Y/n) readying her for the learning lessons that were assigned to her by her father. Now being 16 years old (Y/n) has spent some time learning about the history of Oden and of Raw Magic.

Raw Magic, something that she wasn't capable of doing when she was just a small child but now could thanks to the mysterious boy that she last met years ago, a boy named Abaddon. Of course, after she woke up she had to stay bedridden because of her weak body, but after two weeks she could finally stroll around the garden, though that was as much as her father would have let her do within physical movement. Even though she was antsy with wanting to do more (Y/n) was still content that there's where her love for plants cultivated.

Dropping Magic Swordsmanship and picking up Raw Magic was something that Lord Sedireng never thought she could have been able to do, but then after two months of doing precisely nothing (Y/n) finally could convince her father to train once more. Though this time Lord Sedireng was proud to train her in the art of Raw Magic.

Even though years have passed (Y/n) has only visited Prince Aysima and Prince Jasur only a few times with their lessons in warfare and becoming kings hogging up a lot more of their time than when they were younger. So (Y/n) has been—secretly happy—to declare that she only met them ten times that year. Though her meetings with the two princes have been limited, her meetings with Sir Lamis have been higher.

(Y/n) meets up with Sir Lamis in his family estate every two weeks or so to train alongside each other with their somewhat same Magic Field. Their friendship has developed stronger ever since they were children which have made (Y/n) quite proud to say that she has broken through his thick shell. Even if it made his relationship with his father worse because of (Y/n) encouraging him to stand up to his father, Lamis could now do his own decisions and learn more outside of the magic world.

Now, for Edward, (Y/n) has not seen or heard of him ever since their last meeting in the slave house. Even though Edward has never forgotten about her even for a second (Y/n) has, no longer remembering the golden-snake eyes he used to stare at her with admiration and devotion.

Huffing (Y/n) leaned on the railings as she faced the sky, the sun fully risen as she waited for her history tutor to walk inside the library like he usually would. Puffing away a lock of hair that tumbled down her face, (Y/n) stared boringly down below as she watched some maids conversing with one another about the latest gossip about the power feud with Prince Aysima and Prince Jasur.

"His highness, Prince Aysima is far too perfect for that Prince Jasur to ever be gifted of the honor of the throne!"

"Marie! Have you not heard about how Prince Jasur recently garnered up the loyalty of the House of Ellanher? They're well-powered in the trading business, so Prince Jasur has truly gotten ahead of Prince Aysima!" The other maid opposed, her hold on the somewhat wet table cloth tight.

"It truly is a pity that his royal highness, Emperor Cenric, stripped Prince Aysima of the title of Crown Prince. If only it wasn't for Prince Jasur showing prowess in political affairs, then our lovely, perfect Prince Aysima would have stayed secure for the crown!" The other maid complained as she hung up another table cloth.

"You know, Lily, people in my village have been saying that it was that feeble Prince Jasur who murdered the Empress! Right after her burial, Prince Jasur immediately went to work and gained so much political power from other houses that our lovely Prince finally saw him as a menace!"

"Oh, quite it, Marie! That Empress has been nothing but wicked to Prince Jasur, so once she finally passed away, our lovely Prince was finally recognized the power to achieve the thrown!"

"No, it must be-"

"Lady (Y/n)?" Recoiling at the sudden call of her name (Y/n) turned around, no longer paying attention to the chattering maids as she saw a figure on the other side of the curtains. Glancing back over at the gossiping maids (Y/n) walked over towards the curtains and pushed them aside, revealing a man that she has never seen before.

His long, jet black hair was straightly lined behind his back as it was held in place by a topknot crown with a hairpin pierced through it. The front pieces of his hair framed his pale skin with his eyes being a light grey color, a monocle in front of his right eye. The man was about 6'2 feet tall with a lean—but muscular—figure, his scholar uniform tightly fitted, showing off every curve of his body.

Criticizing the male longer (Y/n) found his presence to send shivers down her spine, not liking the eerie feeling that he was giving her. Not liking the male very much (Y/n) wished to not recognize the male only for her etiquette lessons to send her into autopilot.

"Greetings, sir...?" (Y/n) addressed him in a questioning tone, giving him a small nod in acknowledgment. Smiling at the confusion that he could see on her features, the male bowed, "I am Sir Jabbar Li Kratos of the House of Kratos, Lady (Y/n)." The man known as Jabbor spoke, introducing himself as (Y/n) remained on inspecting him.

(Y/n) nodded. "Charmed to meet you, Sir Jabbar. I see there no need to introduce myself, now do I?" (Y/n) affirmed, closing the balcony doors as she looked back over towards Jabbar. "Do you mind telling me as to why you're here? Or should I keep on guessing?" (Y/n) questioned him, a stern expression on her face as Jabbar straightened his posture. Smiling at what the lady said, Jabbar shook his head.

"Oh, no, my lady. I shall tell you forthwith. I have been assigned to be your new history teacher by Lord Luke." Jabbar informed her, putting down some fat and bulky books that he's been carrying down on the extensive table. Tilting her head to the side (Y/n) queried, "What happened to Sir Azubuike?"

"Sir Azubuike had to take a temporary leave. Though don't fear, your old teacher shall be back in five months." Jabbar consoled her, though she didn't need any. Nodding her head in understanding (Y/n) walked over to him and stretched out her hand, offering him a handshake.

"To properly greet you, Sir Jabbar. I would like for us to both have some sort of respect for one another before starting our short-term work together." (Y/n) revealed to him why she was offering him a handshake, her hand steady. Glancing down at her hand, Jabbar slowly took it, shaking it as the both of them let go soon after.

"Sir Jabbar, you've got quite the firm handshake." Complementing him on his handshake, Jabbar gave her a grateful smile. "Why, thank you, Lady (Y/n) for such a flattering compliment." Jabbar thanked her before pulling back a seat, extending his arm to convey that it was for her.

Elegantly sitting down (Y/n) saw him as he walked over to the other side of the table and clutched a fragment of chalk, writing something on the chalkboard as his light grey eyes stared intently, fixated on what he was doing.

'I suppose Sir Azubuike's peculiar conduct just the other day was a clue to this, huh?' Sighing, (Y/n) looked the other way as she stared at the various pieces of art strewed across the room, her eyes dull and fatigued.

"Now, let's talk about the world outside of the Empire of Oden, shall we?"

(ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)