I had always dreamed of the Capital. The glitz and the glamor of it still felt magical, and despite debuting in high society, I had never seen the beautiful ballrooms or seen the Emperor. I was the treasure of the Aphelion name, though I knew that was what people angrily whispered behind my back. The angry whispers; I knew them all too well.
I wasn't even allowed to leave Richter's side, in exchange for such a title, I was only restrained. Was my freedom worth such a useless title?
Yet, now I was going to head to the Capital. I could barely contain my excitement. Blythe seemingly understood his owner's joy and let his tongue loll from his snout. Tail wagging as I grinned flopping onto my bed, "The Capital. . ." I hummed to myself, I let my scarlet eyes close.
