The sun shone in the sky as I returned from my training run, feeling the satisfaction of physical exertion. Upon entering the house, something caught my attention. An elegant carriage was parked outside, its flawless exterior revealing the presence of a noble.
I glanced at my parents, who exchanged worried looks. My curiosity led me to take in the surroundings, assessing every detail.
"Valdorin, dear, we have visitors," my mother said, her voice tinged with tension.
Entering the dining room, my eyes settled on an elderly man, elegantly dressed, sitting at the table. He exuded an imposing and authoritative presence.
"Please, have a seat, Valdorin," my father invited, a gesture not lost on the discerning eyes of the man.
The family's butler, the one from the Taelwood Family mansion we visited yesterday, was present. His eyes were sharp, his posture rigid. "Valdorin Marlow, allow me to introduce myself. I am Darius, the steward of the Taelwood Family."
My parents seemed uneasy, and I maintained a neutral expression as I greeted Darius. "Pleased to meet you."
Darius nodded, a glint of assessment in his eyes. "The incident with the guards yesterday has been brought to my attention."
My heart quickened, but I kept my composure. "I simply disciplined a few idiots."
My parents' glances were a mixture of warning and concern. They knew my words could have consequences.
Darius raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying an aura of authority. "Be cautious with your words, Valdorin."
My pride flickered, but I quickly suppressed my irritation. "I apologize if my candor offended anyone."
My mother intervened, seeking to ease the situation. "Valdorin, please..."
Darius looked at her with a faint smile. "I understand how loyal you are to your family, Valdorin. However, I would like to know more about what transpired."
My father explained the situation, detailing the unfair treatment we received from the guards.
Darius nodded, his expression serious. "I appreciate you sharing this information."
The conversation turned to a topic I had been waiting for. "Darius, we would like to ask for your help with an important matter," my father said.
Darius fixed his gaze on my father. "Continue."
My father explained our desire for me to be accepted into Metrin Academy. The room's atmosphere grew tense, everyone aware of the difficulty we would face.
"Unfortunately, only nobles are permitted to attend Metrin Academy," Darius said, his tone heavy.
But I was not willing to accept a "no" as an answer. "Darius, I fail to see why someone's ability and potential should be determined by their lineage. If I have the skill and the willingness to learn, why should I be barred?"
Darius's eyes studied my face, as if trying to understand something. "Valdorin, are you a five-year-old child?"
A challenging laugh escaped my lips. "I am not just a child. I am someone who will shape their own destiny, regardless of conventions."
Darius smiled, a subtle expression that hinted at genuine appreciation. "Valdorin Marlow, your words are noteworthy."
He turned to my parents. "The issue is complex, but I am willing to present your request to the baron. However, the only way for you to be accepted into Metrin Academy is if you are adopted by a noble family."
My parents exchanged looks, and I felt a wave of determination build within me.
"Valdorin, we will do everything we can to make your dream come true," my father said.
Darius stood, his imposing presence filling the room. "You have until tomorrow to visit the mansion and present your case to the baron."
The stage was set. Destiny was in my hands, and I was determined to shape it with my own will. No matter the adversities, I was ready to face them, to show that the power of determination could overcome all barriers.