Another day of sleep passed, and Clover was feeling the best in quite possibly, years. Her body no longer felt pain, more than enough sleep, and she was fell fed.
She often reminisce about the past, but now of all times she missed childhood. Unfortunately her current one was filled with misfortune at each turn as she tried to grasp her hand at a solid happy optimistic life.
With a yawn, she stretched her arms upwards and looked around. No one was around at this hour, except the guards outside her room.
The training regimen was strict, her father did a lot of paperwork and swords practice while her brothers trained in the art of the Hargrove style.
Afterwards they had studies and magic practice, poor them. She actually wondered what her magic was? As a side character, Clover Hargrove never got an in-depth analysis.
Would she inherit the magic of her father, or mother? If she were correct, the twins had the same magic in a sense, so she assumed she might. Each person in the world was born with magic and an affinity for it, based off genetics.
When the country was founded, magic played a part. The nobles were the ones who contributed to the building and formation, strong magic users. However many merchants too, were worshiped.
Since the status of nobility not only portrayed the importance of a family along with their magic capabilities, it was quite unlucky of her to be chosen.
If she took after her family line of greater affinity, could she be like the twins? There was definitely no way in actuality but she could only hope she even had magic.
The twins as male leads, had great affinity. Would she as some side character? The Vinterfelms were by no means strong, but rather the way the twins had a large extent of their capabilities regarding magic.
On a rare occasion, magic may merge together. When a user has a higher affinity, it is likelier they may be able to inherit magic from both sides. Although rare it appears in the prince, the heroine, and the twins. Although the twins have it at a lesser degree.
The Hargroves were separate and always held great affinity despite never using it. As twins, they managed to perfect their own perfect style. The blonde would use plant-based magic, monstrous flowers to be exact. They were man-eaters encased in ice, ice which came from the second twin.
Together, they were able to create a frosted terrain solidly freezing the ground, and encasing either the other person as the monster of a plant devours them whole, or encase the plant itself so it's monstrous arm-like vines would be able to hit even harder with jagged ice.
Both could use ice, however only the blonde could use plants, and ice to a very weakened degree. Although one has an affinity, it does not mean they are masters at it. He is much more trained in flowers.
Each person's magic could differ as well. Although her father's side had to do with plants, magic may evolve into sub-categories. Her father was never said to have any explicit talent, but her brother could turn plants into monsters, and specialized in that and continuously improving.
She wanted to try, but knew better. By now all children would of tried to use magic, but her father likely would not allow her to train her magic, if she even had affinity, after recently being poisoned.
She would of tried to use magic, if she knew what it was. "Close your eyes and feel your magic course through your veins", a line told to the heroine.
Unfortunately that only applied if you knew your magic in the first place. Why didn't the author ever say she had magic! If she planned to survive, having magic may of made things easier at least.
"My lady? Are you feeling better, it is time for lunch. Your father has requested a family luncheon tonight." Her favourite attendant's familiar voice rang out.
During breakfast he snuck her in something sweet after their last talk! The only sane human being that wasn't bipolar and acted professional.
Hearing another knock, she got up and straightened her dress as she opened the door. Compared to the first day, she'd recovered greatly and could walk easier.
"Edgar!" She called out with a smile. Although unable to help her she still enjoyed his company. As he wiped a tear from his eye he held out his hand to walk with her.
He seriously deserved a raise. "Luncheon?" She asked tilting her head, mispronouncing the word slightly as she wondered the occasion.
He nodded and began walking with her. "Tell me if you get tired, my lady. However today is important. You have been asleep for awhile but tonight is the last Sunday of the month," he explained as she nodded along as if she understood anything.
"Hopefully my lady is well enough to get dressed." He said as they walked down what felt like an endless corridor. Maybe little baby legs and lack of exercise did not mix.
She could hear guards training outside, but the ledges were too tall for her to look out and see, so she could only listen in. If just walking drained her energy she could only imagine what they went through or the horrors of getting dressed.
She experienced daily baths and there were at least ten hands on her at every second. She was by far extremely uncomfortable and that many people drained her energy.
Finally, they arrived by her room without her needing a break. She'd only been bathed in the infirmary bathtub, across the building she was in at the moment, so she had never seen her room.
An extremely large room, even compared to a grown man, filled with luxuries. Her room was a very beautiful design, as well. It was not overly gaudy, but well loved.
This bedroom was the size of a one bedroom apartment, she was envious. When you entered through the door, you'd see a bunch of windows for walls as a slant, before the wall going down straight, then curve inwards with a balcony door where that place itself was very open and long, wrapping the entire width.
The room also opened up at the back, revealing more space where her bed was. She swore it was an Alaskan king, her first time seeing an actual canopy bed, too.
The front looked beautiful and quite expensive, just how much was glass? The walls had many different patterns.
The outer wall was white by the balcony and such, while the other walls were decorated with flowers. Her family really seemed to appreciate flowers, didn't they?
The even had little bunnies painted by hand, it seemed. There were actually a few bunny stuffed toys and bears. It made sense as the crest of the Hargroves were bunnies, hence their name meaning the grove in which hares live.
Bunnies were a little different, but she got the picture. A bunch of soft and plush toys and pillows amongst the bed section, with an even larger toy box. She'd see a vanity at the very end corner with a multitude of dolls beside.
The very front of the room has a fuzzy carpet, and when she stepped on it she felt on air. She wondered what animal it was, but shook her head. She didn't really wanna know.
After she finished gawking at even the desk table larger than her old bed, she zoned in. "The attire will be formal and blue." She heard Edgar say as she soon found herself picked up.
She was like a cat picked up abruptly by a woman who just wanted to pet her. She found herself carried over to a bathroom, extremely large and spacious as well with tall walls and a giant tub. For a marquis she wondered how they gathered this much wealth, but chose to not question it, either.
She was too preoccupied with her bath. Honey scented shampoo scrubbed into her hair, as some kind of cream was rubbed on her face as she felt people scrub at her body, an embarrassing scene. She was a grown woman, after all.
After her bath she was made to sit for two hours as her hair was tugged at repeatedly. She felt like a child getting ready to be a flower girl, but more severe.
Each time she moved they would tell her not to. Meanwhile, Edgar sat at a children's desk quietly filing his work, occasionally commenting she was pretty.
"I want a daughter," he commented sadly. Cheer up, she though, maybe he could one day get a wife "I'm too busy married to work." She understood.
He was obviously single by the lack of ring, but she still believed in him. Work really does take up too much time but he deserved happiness.
When she was finally done she blinked at her appearance. A pastel blue and white dress, a frilly white undershirt, with the dress overtop with strapped sleeves, a mix of two pastel blue patterns stripes, and at the bottom was layering with flowers at the bottom, with a cute blue-golden ribbon on hat.
Her head felt insanely heavy as the front bangs were curled and moved to the front of her face, falling down to her chest, as the rest was tied up in the back tucked and clipped, covered by the hat she wore.
She still couldn't believe this pretty pink haired green eyes child was her, and not some weird stranger. Her new and physical body.
She understood why her father would dote on her not being bias or anything, but she was cute. She was even smaller than girls her age, so added bonus.
Normally she didn't like being small but her appeal was through the roof. Maybe now, operation: stop dad from issuing capital charge, will succeed while undergoing action.
As she took Edgar's hand, she mentally prepared. The battlefield would soon begin and round two of trying to save the boy will commence.