IRENE
"So, students what should one strictly avoid while picturing an appropriate royal attire?' Cressida's eyes scanned the classroom.
Professor Cressida, our teacher for the subject Diplomacy and Etiquettes, was a sylph with slender and elongated body, vertical purple pupils, blonde hair and feathery wings.
She wasn't 'bad' but it was undeniable that she was duller than a butter knife.
Pauline's hand sprang up in the air. I couldn't resist myself from rolling my eyes. Such a nice little nerd she was. "Yes, Princess Pauline?" Cressida's soothing voice echoed.
This was what most of the classes were like.
A dull teacher would throw a question at us and the same 5 students always fight one another to respond with the correct answer.
"One must avoid bold patterns, bright colours and excessive jewellery." Pauline prompted after rising to her feet.
Even an infant could've answered that. It was something we were taught while we were taught to walk.
Look at her being so overwhelmed because of the praise Cressida bestowed upon her after she answered the question aptly.
Patricia, who now had settled permanently on the seat beside Pauline congratulated her. My scowl deepened. I cannot stand that bitch. Her breathing boils my blood.
I crumbled a piece of paper and yanked it to the back of her head.
There has been a strict interdict on bullying. Hence, I am satisfying myself with whatever means I can. "Should I inform it to Benedict?" Kristian's vexing voice spoke from behind me.
"I suppose snogging is vetoed as well. Shall I divulge about that?" I hissed at Kristian after turning around.
"Prince Kristian, Princess Irene." Cressida's voice warned us. I turned back around. She appeared as though she has something else to say as well.
Buts she was interrupted.
Jourdan.
The gatekeeper was tall with an athletic build with piercing vertical yellow pupils. In his middle age, he had short dark hair and dark blue and purple scales on some parts of his body. He had pointed ears and large bat-like wings sprouted from his shoulders.
"Professor Cressida. May I speak to you for a second?" He waited by the doorframe.
Cressida dived to him and the two of them started conversing in muffled voices. Their expressions connote that it is something important.
The students began murmuring amongst themselves as well.
"I request the senators to come forward to handle the class. I'm afraid I have a sombre issue to attend to. The class will be dismissed as soon as the bell bellows. I request the students to remain silent. Do not leave the classroom before the bell rings."
Cressida collected her belongings and skimmed out of the room, tailed closely by Jourdan.
Louder mutterings bellowed within the classroom.
"What do you think it is?" Samirah leaned in as she spoke in an inquiring voice. "Why should we care? We're getting a period off. Unwind yourself." I rolled my eyes.
"Please, class, maintain silence." A hesitant voice echoed. No one bothered to pay any heed to Pauline who now stood in front of the entire class, venturing to quiet down the class.
"Aren't you the senator as well?" Samirah turned to Benjamin.
"She can handle it on her own." Benjamin responded.
"I don't think so…." Samirah turned around to Pauline who was endeavouring unsuccessful attempts to still the class.
I groaned out.
Men given powerful positions just always go waste.
I leapt to my feet and stomped to the front of the class and faced everyone. "Lend me your ears, you foul little imbeciles." I roared out. Heads shot towards me, dropping their conversations.
"I don't care even if you blow up the school. But not while the senators in charge. If I get into trouble for being unable to manage the classroom, you fools will be facing unspeakable consequences."
"Consequences?" Peverell, the crown prince of Castilia, a minor kingdom under Dynstown stood up and dared to talk back. He had red curly hair with a lean frame and striking blue eyes.
"We shall…. inform about it to Professor Benedict!" Pauline spoke up.
Peverell snorted.
I wouldn't blame him. Not even a new-born infant would be intimidated by that.
"Correction." I marched forward to his seat right at the front. I unzipped the bottom of my skirt up to my mid-thigh to reveal my dagger with a gold handle adorned with etchings and precious gems. The silver blade of the dagger was hidden in the delicate thigh holster that was attached to a slender silk garter tied around my thigh.
I made sure only he was able to see it.
"She might complaint to Benedict. I shall handle it myself." My voice dropped to a lower note. I was satisfied as Peverell's breath hitched and he landed on his seat with a pale face.
I zipped down my skirt with a satisfied smirk and went back to Pauline.
I might have caught him muttering that I'm insane.
"Please, everyone, remain quiet. I humbly plead you to-" Pauline's words were interrupted by a loud shriek that approached our classroom and someone hastened in and collapsed on an empty seat by the door in the front row.
It was Prince Greander of
He was the crown prince of, a minor kingdom under Brindlemark. He was a tall and lean lad with curly black hair that resembled the night sky. He had green eyes and a sharp jawline. Howbeit, his most striking feature was his annoying personality. He was an annoying cockroach that was a teacher's pet.
"You were out?" Pauline and I approached him.
Several of his seatmates has turned their heed to him as well. Greander was trembling and his face had lost all its colour.
"Did you encounter your face in a mirror?" I scowled, crossing my arms as now we stood in front of him.
"M-murder!! D-death!!" Greander spoke out, his voice was wavering as well. "W-what?" Pauline's voice was wobbly as well. Gasps and mutterings surfaced his neighbours' mouth. "English, Greander." I furrowed my brows.
"S-someone has been killed!" His teetering voice amplified.
Pauline was quivering as well. But she managed to extract Greander's flask from the desk and shove it to him. "Soothe yourself, okay? A-and tell us what you saw… We shall have to rely the information to Professor Benedict, you see."
Greander nodded hastily and gulped down some water.
After a few moments, he had calmed himself down and claimed to be prepared to divulge the entire scenario. The minor trouble was that Greander witnessing a murder had been circulated all around the classroom and now everyone had gathered around him.
Good for us that we had already occupied the front seat of the show.
Greander inhaled a long and deep breath.
"I had followed Professor Cressida out so that I could summon a substitute teacher." Greander started. "Nosy as always. Could you not handle half an hour of a free class?" Benjamin butted in.
"Let him finish." Pauline asserted.
"I had reached the staff room and there was a commotion. Many professors and non-working staff were running around. They were so occupied by the situation that they did not notice that I was watching them through the window."
"Cut the crap." I scowled.
Greander exhaled. "It appeared that today a senior batch was supposed to have a Sorcery class. We are aware that the lessons are given by different sorcerers of different kingdoms on a week-long basis. Today is Monday. I think the sorcerer of Versona was here to serve that purpose." His eyes hovered on Benjamin.
"And?" Benjamin's voice escaped precariously.
"And he was there…. On a bench of the staff room. His body was laid on a stretcher. He wasn't breathing. I heard the professors say so. His mouth was diffusing something foamy. H-his eyes were wide open and still. In addition to that, it seemed as if he hadn't eaten anything in month. His skeleton was stretching out as if his muscles were carved out of his body."
The classroom was filled with gasps the moment Greander finished expositing his statement.
"I swear to God if you're lying-" Benjamin stepped forward. Greander jumped to his feet as well. "Do you think I'm insane?! Why will I lie about something like that?! Go authenticate it yourself if you don't believe me."
"I don't think he's lying, Benjamin." Pauline whispered.
"Yeah, I would rather expect dishonesty from you, given to your history." Aprialla spoke up. However, Benjamin paid no heed to her comment.
"You better not be lying." He glared at Greander one last time before bolting out of the classroom.
Everyone watched his figure disappear before glancing at one another in terror about what if the situation is true.
"I wouldn't blame his concern. I would've scuttered off as well if my kingdom was the weakest with little resources." I commented as the gathering eventually scattered away.