I gape a little as we walk down the long, dark tunnel towards…
I mean, I don’t even know what we’re walking towards.
“Where are we going?” I ask Rafe, a little breathless with intrigue and excitement.
“Into the Academy,” he hisses back, like it’s a secret, but I know he’s kidding even before I re up at
him.
“Uniforms,” Jesse says smoothly, running a hand through his hair like he’s very suave. “We’ve got to
get fitted, because Academy cadets always look good.”
“What?” I say, a little confused. “Honestly, that can’t be first –”
“His dad,” Rafe says, “the vainest man in the world –”
“Um, justifiably,” Jesse counters, grinning.
“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe says, grinning, “anyway, Uncle Roger really did decide that all of the cadets
enrolled here need to look their best at all times. So, yeah,” he shrugs, “first thing is fittings for
uniforms.”
“Whoa,” I say, and my awe is not simply for Uncle Roger’s semi–predictable re for looking good, but
also for the cavernous room we walk into next. Because, I mean, the tunnel was literally just that a
tunnel, with rough walls and low lighting.
But this?
“Damn,” Luca says, a smirk on his face as hees up next to Jesse. “Looks like this city boy has
finally made it, haven’t I?‘
I nod as I stare around the room, with its three–story arching stone ceilings and polished floors. And I
mean, this is the bottom of the castle, where I assumed the dungeons were. If this is here, what the hell
is upstairs?
“This way,” Rafe says, tugging me along towards a line of professors waiting at a set of tables ahead of
us, a set of boxes in front of them.
“Ah, Cadet Sinir,” one of the professors says, smiling at Rafe as he steps forward. “Naturally we
thought you’d be one of the first to appear, but now I see that you
were waiting for…” he peers beyond Rafe and blinks a little at Ben and 1, clearly having no idea who
we are.
“Some friends.” Rafe says ndly, smiling at the professor and putting on his best Prince and Heir
persona. “Is there something here we need to collect?”
“Your temporary uniform,” the professor says, smiling and lifting a box into Rafe’s arms, “sized
ording to your candidate apparel. Also within the box is your dorm information and key, the Cadet
Handbook, and a map of the parts of the castle which you’ll need to find your sses. ss
information will be along this evening shortly after your meal.”
I peer around Rafe, listening interestedly, and I jump a little when I hear my own
name.
“Cadet rk,” the professor repeats, and as I turn I realize with surprise that it’s the dark–haired
professor again – the one who made us hold that strange orb this afternoon. I move eagerly towards
him, seeing he has what I assume is my box in his hands. “Congrattions, Cadet.” he says, his voice
dry and amused in a way that makes me look up into his eyes as I take the box from his hands.
“Thank you,” I say, and then I hesitate because…I mean, he’s just staring at me in this knowing way.
“You’re wee,” he says softly. “I’ll look forward to seeing much, much more of you, Cadet…rk.”
My lips twist up into a practiced smile, a knee–jerk reaction after years of Princess training that taught
me to be sweet to anyone who says they look forward to seeing me again, but my reaction just makes
his own smile deepen. And suddenly, as he holds my gaze, I get the sneaking suspicion that he
knows….absolutely everything about me.
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As I back away from him I realize that I am on much shakier ground here, and under a great deal more
scrutiny, as a cadet in the Academy than as a candidate in the barracks.
I clear my throat, straightening my shoulders, doing my best to be, I don’t know, masculine. “Thank you,
sir,” I say seriously. “I’ll look forward to you seeing you, 100.”
But he just chuckles a little, clearly pleased and entertained, and nods to me.
And I scowl, turning away as Luca, Ben, and Jesse ept their own boxes, my mind racing as I follow
Rafe to the next step in our process.
Rafe’s already rifling through his box as we step into the next room, which is smaller and has walls
covered in mirrors. I look around passively, my mind still reeling from my interaction to the professor,
who was the second person to tell me today that they’re going to see more of me…
What the hell do the Captain and this brown–haired professor teach? They’re so different – I can’t
imagine, at all, that they’d teach something together. So…..
But suddenly my eyes lock on a figure across the room and I go very still in shock before I suddenly
burst outughing, realizing that I’m looking at myself in the mirror on the far wall.
“What?” Jesse asks,ing to my side.
“Seriously?” I say, grinning at myself as I turn a little, observing my in face with no makeup, my hair
tucked expertly up below my cap, my baggy fatigues. “That’s what I look like?”
Jesse frowns at me for a second and then looks across the room like I’m doing, his face bursting into a
grin as he sees my reflection there too. Heughs. “Yup! You look good, Shrimpy!”
“No wonder no one takes me seriously,” I murmur. Because honestly, I do look like a boy, but I’m sure
that I’m the smallest, wimpiest, most pink–cheeked little guy that’s ever walked through these doors.
“Don’t worry,” a girl’s voice says, and I go still when I hear it, turning towards it in shock as sheughs a
little too and waves me forward. I mean, it’s not like I recognize the voice or anything – it’s just….a girl.
“A lot of guys have that reaction when they see themselves for the first time in candidate grey after two
weeks,” she says, smiling at me.
She nods to the round tform in front of which she kneels on a little ottoman. “Come forward,” she
says. “I’ll take your measurements, and we’ll have you looking dashing in a custom uniform before you
know it.”
I hesitate, realizing suddenly that this young woman
she wants to touch my
body, to figure out the precise dimensions of my form. And while my baggy candidate uniform conceals
everything about my slight figure…
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She is going to have ess to some details I don’t want anyone to have.
The girl shrugs. “No worries, if you’re shy, I can take someone else first
I nce quickly where Rafe and Jesse are already standing on tforms, but when I see that their
tailors are older men…
“Til go,” Luca says, starting to.walk past me and shing his charming smile at the girl tailor, who is
probably just about my age. “Hi, my name is Luca, it’s lovely to meet you –”
“Hey, no cutting.” Ben says as I squeak a little, realizing I’m losing my chance to be measured by the
only girl here. Luca falls back a step as Ben grabs him by the sleeve. “Let Ari go first, cheater.”
“I was called before Ari,” Luca protests, but I scurry forward and Luca justughs, letting me.
Almost shaking with anxiety, because this could go very wrong, I step onto the tform.
“Congrattions,” the girl says, smiling up at me. “Can you tell me your name for the list?
I do so, and she makes a note on the pad next to her before reaching for her measuring tape.
“Um,” I say, looking anxiously at my brother and cousin for help, but they’re talking to each other and
have apparently forgotten all about me. “Listen, you don’t really have to take measurements for me,
you can just…give me a uniform the same size as this one that I’mughing.
Unfortunately, the girl justughs as she reaches forward, starting to measure the length of my leg from
my hip to the floor. “Cadet rk, you are swimming in this uniform. Don’t worry – we’ll get you suited
up very nicely – sharp and trim!”
“No, really,” I protest, taking a step forward as she stands and moves behind me, tugging the pack from
my back even as I try to cling to it. “Honestly, I prefer to be…unfitted…” She scolds me good naturedly
for being so shy before measuring the width of my shoulders and then the length from the name of my
neck to my lower back.
I jump a little as her hand grazes the top of my butt, but she justughs at me
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again, going on with her work, and suddenly her hands appear in front of me as she passes the tape
from one hand to the other, starting to loop it around my
chest.
“No, please.” I whisper, begging and doing my best to spin around.
But the girl, she just keeps going. “What, are you ticklish?” sheughs, her words. kind and teasing as
her hands move lightning–fast in a practiced manner, tightening the tape first around my chest, and
then my waist, and then my hips.
I hold my breath as her hands go still and she raises her head, her eyes slowly meeting mine as she
considers the particr ratio of my dimensions.