"I'm a three type mage," I said again, calmly.
"Since when?" My brothers gasped.
"Since... I was a child?" I tilted my head. "I don't remember exactly when I awakened them, only that I have them, and that I've been repressing the all of those years. I forgot why, but I know in my bones that it was the same reason why my wind magic advance was blocked."
"Oh my Gods," Kirill fell on his ass in the ground, jaw slack, staring at me. "What is it?"
"What are the other two types?" Father asked.
"Don't freak out, okay?" I asked.
Andrey giggled anxiously, "Because asking us that will definitely avoid it, Liya."
I felt my cheeks heating up, "Space and dream."
"Space?" Mother asked, holding on the couch as if she felt suddenly faint.
"DREAM?" Father screamed, jumping up, a crazy smile on his lips. "DREAM MAGIC?"
I flinched at his loudness, "Yes."
"Spatial and dream magic?" Andrey asked.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Dream and space," Kirill giggled, then his giggled turned into a cackled, next he was laughing so much that tears were rolling down his cheeks. He stood up, took me out of the chair I was in, hugged me and began spinning around, laughing like a maniac.
Well, Diana definitely got her crazed laugh from her paternal family, for sure, father and Kirill laugh just like her... like me now.
"You will be able to control space and minds through dreams, Liya!" Andrey beamed, clapping his hands. "Oh my Gods, Liya," he jumped us, smiling beautifully, then he took me from Kirill's arms and lifted me up by my waist, way kinder than Kirill, but just as loving. "You will be one of the strongest mages of our time, no one will be able to mess with you!"
"We might even get you engaged to one of the four sons of the Emperor!" Mother beamed.
The Emperor has four sons? I thought the Crown Prince was an only child, "Four sons?"
"Did you forget the sons of the Emperor?" She asked softly and when I nodded, Andrey put me down, but kept his hand resting on my back, while Kirill joined, pausing his hand on my waist.
Father titled his head, amuses, "Imperial Crown Prince Ashborn Nott-Novak is the firstborn and the son that Emperor Mortem Novak had with Empress Consort Davina Nott, 2nd Imperial Prince Atreus Nott-Novak is also the son of the Emperor with the Empress, 4th Royal Prince Ambrose Reinhart-Novak is the son of the Emperor with 1st Queen Consort Amelia Reinhart, while the 5th Royal Prince Asmodeus Whitethorn-Novak is the son of the Emperor with the 2nd Queen Consort Magdalene Whitethorn."
Whitethorn? Maximilianos is related to the 2nd Queen Consort and I had no idea? I mean, I didn't even know there was actually an acting Empress Consort, even less that the Emperor had two side wives, or that he apparently had five children. Gods, @toallthelonelypeople really did a horrible job as a writer, and it seems like living reclusive as Eleanor was a bad idea, because it feels like I'm in a entire different realm.
"The Crown Prince is 27, the 2nd Prince is 25, the 4th Prince is 24, and the 5th Prince is 22 years old from two months before you, so they are all older than you. All still single!" Father added. "The Crown Prince is the one we are aligned with, so, he would be a better choice, though it'll be hard to get into direct contact with him."
I doubt that, he definitely hates me after all, given how Diana bullied Eleanor. "Is the 3rd an engaged Prince or a Princess?" I asked instead.
"3rd Imperial Princess Irina Nott-Novak, she's also 24 years old, but four months older than the 4th Prince. There are two Princesses, the 3rd Imperial Princess and the 6th Royal Princess Ivelle Reinhart-Novak, the youngest daughter of the Emperor with his 2nd wife, Queen Consort Amelia, she's 21. The Emperor has seven kids, the youngest is 12 years old, so, out of the question to marry you, but he's a boy too."
Mother nodded to father's words, "7th Imperial Prince Aaron Nott-Novak, 4th child of the Emperor with the Empress Consort."
The Crown Prince has six siblings, this is crazy, and now I finally have a name to give him: Ashborn Nott-Novak. He used to sign the letters with [A. C. N-N.], his middle name must be a C name, the others match. It's still madness to think that he had me as his pen pal for years.
"I see," I stared down at my hands. "Can we not talk about engaging me for a while?"
When I looked at them again, they were tense, "Is it because of Maximilianos Whitethorn?" Father asked, clearly annoyed, arms crossed.
I cringed, "Why would it be?"
They shared a shocked look, "You don't feel anything for him?" Kirill asked.
"What? No."
"Did you forget how you've been pestering him and Eleanor's life because of what you claimed to feel for him?" Andrey cackled.
"I did that?" I cringed. "Seems like I also lost memories of whatever that was. I remember him vaguely and he is not my type," shameless relief washed over all of them. "Did I make a scene?"
"More than one scene," mother sighed. "But it's okay, it's better this way, he was not suitable for you, and he always mistreated you. Did you also forgot about your servitude to Sofiya?"
"Servitude?" I felt repulsed. "Why would I ever serve that woman? The little I remember of her, she was a horrible person."
"Gods, I'm glad you hit your head," father cried.
"We should have hit your head on a wall sooner.*
I stared at Kirill, "Kill!"
He chuckled, "I'm serious. This is life changing."
"Anything on Nikolai Mikhail?" Andrey asked.
"The psycho Archduke? Ugh, no."
Andrey grabbed me closer to his arms, hugging me, "You're finally back to your senses, Liya," he caressed my hair and I hugged him back. "I was scared this day would never come."
"You smell good, Rey," the words left my lips.
"You think?" He giggled, caressing my hair.
"Hey, what about me?" Kirill groaned jealous.
Taking a step back and releasing Andrey, Kirill took me in his arms and I hugged him, breathing in his scent, "Mmhm, you also smell good. Rey smells like sweet strawberries, you smell like refreshing mints."
"Hah, she said I smell good!" He bragged.
"She told me that first," Andrey mocked.
Father took me from his arms, hugging me, "What about me?"
"Good too, dad, like calming jasmine tea," then I released him and hugged mom, who blushed as I inhaled her scent. "You smell amazing, mom, like red roses, vanilla, and sandalwood."
She hugged me tightly, "Thank you, darling."