Mass release: 11/15
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"We don't like each other, that's clear, but you are the 1st year leader of group 1, I'm the wing leader of the first wing, responsible for group 1. Meaning I am responsible for you, we liking or not, just as you are responsible for your team-mates, daredevil. I have three groups under me, group 1 and 2 of year 1, and group 1 of year 2, a total of 35, plus my own 3rd year group that with me is of 8 people. So, I'm responsible for 43 people, plus myself, 44, I don't have time to lose it with you and your tantrums, daredevil. You are the most troublesome of them."
If group 1 and 2 of year 1 each have 12 cadets, that means group 1 of year 2 has 11 and one of them died, just like 4 members of Marvor's group died too.
"Wait, my group will be training with group 2 and group 1 of year 2?"
Sigh, "Yes. You should learn about them, they will be your rivals in class, though you will work together or the bigger competitions in here, but go back to being rivals in the finals. If this dragon charming is your doing, you could use that to your advantage and to your group's, to charm the dragons to bond with all the 12 of you, and if Elias is as lucky as Cassandra, he might also get himself a dragon, with your help, that is. It's hard to get through year 1 without losing any teammate."
"It can't have been me, when my mom could do that too."
"I didn't you, as in you, but you, as in being a Madalverel," he pointed. "It could be something regarding your bloodline, though the only 3 dragon charmers in the history of the Empire of Donaar were not Madalverel, and date back to before the Empire was even an Empire at all, since Donaar was conquered by your very ancestors, your bloodline," what?
"Dragon charmers are a myth," I scoffed.
"That's what we thought about immortality, but look at you."
"It's still not a thing," I groaned. "It's bed story for kids."
"And your song is just a lullaby," he mocked.
"I am not a dragon charmer, Velothren."
"That remains to be seen. But I'm leaning towards disagreeing with you."
Of fucking course, he is. "You are infuriating, has someone told you that?"
"As much as many called me hot," he purred and I clenched my jaw. "It seems like you happen to think both about me."
"It's preposterous of you to assume that I think you could be hot," I hissed.
"We both know you do, daredevil, everyone knows. You may hate me, you may want to kill me, you may curse me and plan my family's downfall, but you cannot deny that you think I'm hot. I am hot, so are you!" He tilted his head.
Did he just…? "Whatever you are trying to do, stop it, Marvor. This is not a joke, this is not funny, it's mean. I have not, I do not, I will not harbor any kind of emotions for you, aside from hatred, desire for vengeance, and eventually pity. I'm falling for the games of a Velothren, ever again. I don't if this is a little game between you and your brother, if they gave you the mission of messing with me like this, but it's not going to fucking work. And if you try anything, I will make you suffer and wish for your death instead, because you don't have the right to do this to me. I have learned from my mistakes, and you are a mistake, one even worse than your brother was."
"I didn't meant it like that, I,"
"I don't want to hear," I clenched my jaw. "I don't want to talk about this with you, I don't want to get personal, you're not worthy, I don't trust you, and I already have my eyes in somebody who's way better than you, in my eyes. Someone who doesn't belong to a family that killed mine, tortured me for years, and took my baby siblings away from me. Not that it concerns you, though."
"What? Who?" He hissed annoyed.
"Don't call me by nicknames, not daredevil, not Princess, not Gracie, even less my first name Grace, or my middle name Freya. Didn't you want respect from me, wing leader Velothren? Then you better start giving me an example of that, and start acting like your position begs you to. To you, I'm solely cadet Madalverel, if you want it more formal then cadet Grace Madalverel, trying to get personal with somebody you're superior to in here, is a display of lacking ethic. Sure, you did not get a good education, you were not born in Donaar, you're a foreigner and the son of the usurper, but you shouldn't make it so obvious how unsuitable you are."
"You are of low birth, you lack manners, but you have power and for good or bad, you wear a crown of Imperial Second Prince, and making your lack of all that's needed for that duty, obvious, is an offense to the Empire of Donaar. I may not be a Princess right now, but the Empire is my birthright, and I won't accept you tainting the reputation of finesse that my family build through generations. So, you beware that, not to be more a disappointment to daddy than you already are, and,"
He was on me before I could finish, choking me hard with his right hand, making me look up to face him, too dangerously close, "What do you know about me?" Marvor hissed, eyes darkening with rage. "You know nothing, so don't try to talk as if you knew shit, when you have no idea of who I am, what I am capable of, or how my relationship with my family works, cadet Madalverel. You act like a nosy knows-it-all, but all you know is of the past, and barely, you only know what they wanted you to, nothing past that. You think you're big? You ain't nothing."
"I am more than you ever will be," I hissed back, on the tip of my toes.
"You talk a lot of shit, but I doubt you back it up," he countered.
"Then keep your eyes on and watch me do exactly that!"
He leaned in so close I could feel his breath on mine, "I doubt that."
"Doubting me or not, it won't change the outcome of things."
"If I call you on the mat, you still think you can win from me?" He asked.
I swallowed, "Are blades allowed?"
"Not on my mat," he whispered, eyes on me, nose almost touching mine.
"I'm confident I can beat all the 1st years on it," I stood my ground.
"I don't care about them, I want know about you and me," he hissed, and when I tried to lean away from him given how dangerously close to me he was, I almost fell down, but there he was, passing his arm around my waist again.
"Marvor," I whispered, struggling to breath.
"Grace," he breathed, nuzzling his nose on mine.
That is, until the door busted open and Helion came in, "Mar, I," and he froze when he saw us, "oh, shit."
"Fuck," Marvor cursed.
He then pushed me away from him aggressively to the ground, but when I thought I was going to fall on the floor of his bedchamber, he used his shadow magic to teleport me from his place to an another dorm, one with five people in it, making me hit the ground hard. "Shit," I cried exasperated, angry at myself. "Shit."
"Where did you come from?" Barbie cried startled.
"Why are you blushing?" Percy asked.
"How did the wing leader punish you?" Lara asked.
"Where were you?" Kirsty asked.
"Why did it take you so damn long?" Dava gasped.
Swallowing hard, I put myself on my feet, heavy breathing. "Where… I… where is this place?" I looked around, finding five beds in it, the girls were each in one of them, while Percy was on the chair between the empty one and Barbie's. "Is it our dorm? Are we together?"
"Yep!" He exclaimed, on his feet, coming to me. "Are you okay?"
I stared from my bed to him, then from his eyes to his lips, swallowing, and back to his eyes, "Benefits with no attachments, right?" I asked him, huffing.
His pale skin flushed strawberry red, "Are you genuinely considering?"
"No attachments, right?" I asked again, needing the certainty on that.
"None!" He said firmly, and that was enough for me, I grabbed him by the collar of his vest and slammed my lips on him, and he kissed me back.