《The villainess tricked me into servitude》 A new world (A few short stories) "Huh, w-what is going on?" My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the tiny girl in the mirror. Her amber eyes were wide open, her face filled with shock and disbelief. Something was wrong, this was not me. Weakness suddenly overcame me, my legs giving out beneath me as I crumbled to the floor. Crawling closer to the mirror, I reached out with trembling hands, the girl''s reflection mirroring my every move. Our fingertips met on the cold glass, and it hit me. No... no no no. That can''t be me." I whispered, my voice cracking like dry leaves underfoot. "This has to be a dream." Just moments ago I''d been in my apartment, ready to leave for work. Desperate, I pinched my cheek as hard as I could. "Ouch!" The sting was real, but the effect I hoped for, waking up, didn''t come. Worse, the girl in the mirror had mimicked me exactly, her small hand clutching her reddened cheek, wide-eyed terror. Suddenly the door bursts open, "Are you alright, Miss Lucille? I heard you scream." Her light brown hair dishevelled, her tone steady yet tinged with concern as she knelt to inspect me. "I-I am alright... just a nightmare." I said, my voice trembling, feeling her fingers brushing my cheek. I was certain I had never met her, yet, her gentle touch, grounding presence and comforting scent felt so strangely familiar, as if I had known her my entire life. "I am sorry for worrying you." "There is no need to apologise, Miss. Nightmares can be frightful things. Shall I fetch you some tea to help calm your nerves?" "That''d be so nice of you." I replied instinctively She seemed a little flabbergasted at my words, though she quickly recovered and nodded. "I shall return shortly, Miss." It was not until she left that it hit me, she is a maid. Of course she''d expect me to be formal, I could only hope she''d dismiss it as child''s lapse of decorum. But now that she was gone, the unsettling fear crept back in. I glanced around the room in a desperate attempt to distract myself from this impossible stroke of fate. The bed seemed enormous, maybe I was just that small now. I couldn''t tell. This perspective, the one of a child, just felt so alien to me. My hands gently stroke over the sheets, feeling the soft fabric underneath. Hearing the creaks on the cold, wooden floor with every step. Everything felt impossibly real, leaving no room for denial. My gaze wandering on and off the mirrors reflection. Still struggling to accept this new reality of mine. Only now did I notice the golden frame decorated with intricate ornaments, one only the rich could possibly afford. I knew that I was just distracting myself. Clinging on to the hope that this is still just a bad dream. Why on earth would I end up in another world? In the body of a noble, no less? Having been just a nerdy office worker who spend her free time playing Otome games and reading manga. My amber eyes stared back at me as I absently twirled a lock of my pink hair. When my gaze drifted onto an ornate crest decorating the wall behind me, my chest tightened as it dawned upon me. That crest..." My voice faltered, the words tumbling out as the pieces clicked into place. My heart sank. "It''s the Lionheart crest." My heart sank like a stone, realisation hitting me like a slap. I was her. Lucille Lionheart. The most ill-fated video game character I knew. "Calamity" I murmured in shock. "This world... it''s my favourite game." Beating the game was a Herculean task. But living as Lucille? That was a death sentence. No talent, no allies, no chance. A life defined by failure and misfortune. And now, that life was mine. I clenched my fists in frustration, weakly hitting the mirror. Worst case, I''d die. Best case, I get forced into marriage. What a future to look forward to.
The morning light spilled through the windows, painting the red carpets in a warm glow. I yawned, dragging my feet down the stairs, still groggy from another restless night. Another glimpse of a life that didn''t quite feel like mine with every passing day, like a fleeting memory fading into my dreams until it inevitably vanishes. Yet, it undeniably has been my life up until that fateful morning ten years ago. I shook my head, "no reason to frown about it now," I whispered, the smell of bacon and eggs luring me towards the kitchen. "Good morning!" I peeked through the doorway, grinning at the sight of Theresa by the counter, stirring something in a bowl while keeping a watchful eye on the sizzling pan. Even now, years later, I couldn''t believe how young she was when we first met, just as old as I am now, barely fifteen. "Good morning, Miss Lucille." Her tone was as composed as ever, but I could see a flicker of amusement in her gaze as she glanced at me. She didn''t even comment on the fact that I was still in my pyjamas. I crossed my arms, feigning offense. "Not even a word about my improper attire? Are you feeling alright?" "I''ve given up hope a long time ago." she said simply, turning back to her work. Her deadpan delivery combined with the slight grin on her face made me giggle. "Have a seat." She said, placing a plate with bacon, eggs, tomatoes and freshly baked bread on the table. Feeling the warmth of the bread in my palm as I took a large bite, through the crust into the pillowy inside. Fresh bread just had this unbeatable, slightly buttery, savory aroma. In my past life I never got to try bread like this, so simple, yet so good just on it''s own. But if you then put bacon and eggs on it, it just gets heavenly. Something so simple yet so delicious, and by no means all she was capable of. Theresa is a phenomenal chef and baker. Sitting at the table, I couldn''t help but wonder how many mornings like this I had left. The academy was calling, with it would come an entirely new life, far away from this house I had called home for the past almost ten years by now. A small consolation was that she had taught me so much about baking and cooking. It came quite naturally to me, as cooking has been one of my few hobbies in my past life, however, my bread never quite turned out like hers. I already knew, I''d miss the taste of hers. Lost in thought, I barely noticed Theresa watching me. "Is something the matter?" she asked, her gaze curious and gentle. "You look quite melancholic." "Ah, it''s nothing." I waved it off, "much more importantly, what delicious creation are you preparing today?" I wondered. She grinned, excitedly showing me a new cook book. "This is straight from the capital, recipes from the kingdom far south of us." "Tiramisu." I read aloud. "Oh, so it''s Italian." "Italian? she repeated, raising an eyebrow. Her confusion lingered for a moment, a cold shiver ran down my spine before I quickly corrected myself. "I apologise, I meant: "Iterni!" Her gaze lingered on me briefly, but she nodded and let it slide. I really needed to be more careful. Even after all this time, I still occasionally slipped up. "I can''t wait to try it." I laughed, eager to change the topic, "Can I help with anything?" Theresa handed me a whisker, "If you must." pointing at the part of the book where it described to beat the egg whites until soft peaks start to form.In my past life I would''ve sighed at such an assignment, but here it was no trouble whatsoever, thanks to my wind magic''s physical enhancement. While I stirred the eggs Theresa slowly added some sugar, and just a few moments later we had perfectly white, foamy sweet egg whites. "The next step is... " Theresa began, glancing back into the book.
"We really have to wait until evening before we can try?" I asked quite frustrated. "There should be some cream left in the bowl." Theresa said with a faint smile, as she carefully wrapped the tiramisu and placed it inside the ice box. I scooped a bit of the leftover cream with my finger, savouring its sweet almond flavour. Grinning, I offered the whisk to Theresa. "Want some too?" "Gladly," she said, but as soon as the whisk was in her hand, she hesitated. "Something wrong?" I asked, she quickly shook her head, scooping the cream off the whisk with a spoon instead, I couldn''t help but grin,somehow Theresa would even make eating leftover cream as dignified as she possibly could. "Oh, it''s delicious!" "Isn''t it?" I replied excitedly, sliding my finger across the bowl to scoop the last bit cream into my mouth. Theresa stepped closer to me, wearing a soft but amused expression, "You''ve got a little..." wiping some cream of my cheek with her thumb. "Oh what will I do with you?" she said, shaking her head with a playful sigh. "At least your only like this with me and Arthur, anywhere else and I''d have to thoroughly lecture you." "Lucky me that I''m not anywhere else." I said, mischievously grinning. "That''s why I let it slide." Theresa hummed playfully, laughing softly, licking the cream off her thumb with an air of grace. "Also, don''t think your off the hook only because you''ll leave to the academy in a few months." "Oh, I''d never assume that." I replied in a mock serious voice, gazing teasingly at her. "I just thought you liked having me all to yourself." Theresa raised an eyebrow, but there was a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Your incorrigible." "But you love me anyway," I quipped. "That, I do," she said softly, smiling warm enough to make my cheeks flush before I could think of a clever response. "Are you sure you haven''t forgotten something, my Lady?" The voice came from behind me, deep and steady but laced with amusement. I froze, realising with a creeping guilt what he was referring to. "If you''re finished charming Theresa, we can go train." "I-I mean... I wasn''t..." My cheeks burned as I slowly turned around, finding Arthur casually leaning against the door frame. Of course he''d show up right when I was making a fool out of myself. His arms crossed, his deep blue eyes glinting sharply. He was clearly amused by my attempts to explain myself, thoroughly enjoying my flustered face. "I''ll wait for you in the training yard." Theresa chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand, "Go on, Lady Lucille, I am sure Arthur won''t go all out on you if you hurry." "Fine, fine..." I grumbled, slipping past Arthur as he straightened up. Bolting down the hallway towards the staircase, climbing two stairs at a time. In my room I threw on a plain white tunic, its fabric worn out from the countless training sessions, then tugged on my sturdy leather trousers and boots. Tying my long hair into a ponytail as I was running down the stairs towards the back entrance, which would lead to the garden, and the training ground. I could already see Arthur waiting for me, holding two wooden longswords in each of his big hands. His massive frame and fitness were both imposing and impressive, especially for someone in their mid forties. "After all that running you should be warmed up already, let''s start with a sword on sword mock battle, enhancement magic only, sound good?" He wore a wide grin, handing over one of the wooden swords to me. "Alright." I agreed, grabbing the sword, taking a few steps back and took stance, firmly holding the sword in my right hand, feeling the familiar weight as I point the blade downwards to my side. Arthur on the other hand took a very traditional stance, the sword in both his hands, his blade pointing at me, his feet firmly grounded, ready to lunge at me any time. Facing him wasn''t nearly as intimidating as it used to be anymore, after years of training and countless mock battles fought, it had become more akin to a routine. I grinned, exhilarated by the challenge, "Ready whenever you are." "I won''t hold back," his words had barely left his mouth when he already lunged at me, his blade slicing through the air towards my neck. I pivoted sharply to the left, the air humming as his sword missed me by inches. My grip tightens as I swung my blade upward, aiming for his wrist. Only to watch Arthur retracting the sword quickly, blocking my attack with his hand guard. Making me immediately lunge back, to create enough distance between him and me that our swords now only connect at the tip, both of us putting slight pressure against each others blade. His grin widened, "good, let''s see if you can keep that up!" My grip tightened on the hilt, he wasn''t going to give me any openings, but I wasn''t about to let him control the fight. I tilted my blade, forcing his aside as I closed the gap. With a quick step to the left and a sharp twist of my wrist, his sword was driven into the ground, my blade now hovering at his neck. Just as I thought victory to be mine I saw him ducking beneath, the tip of my sword just narrowly missing his head, his fist slamming into my torso, sending me flying backwards, all just within the blink of an eye. The world spun as I landed hard on the ground, using the remaining force to quickly roll back on to me feet. Thanks to all the adrenaline pumping through my blood and my rigorous training I was able to ignore the immense pain. Arthur''s grin widened, "Well done! Now, defensive stance!" He commanded, his eyes glistening with murderous intent. Before I could steady myself he already leaping at me, his sword raised high above this head, ready to strike. The air seemed to crack as his blade descends, enough force to cleave straight through any half hearted defence. My instincts kicked in, raising my sword horizontally, gripping the hilt with one hand, while bracing the flat of the blade''s upper third with my other. The impact was bone jarring, a sharp crack rustled through the air as our wooden swords clash, his sword bouncing back, my arms aching from the strain, the pain in my stomach throbbed right where he landed the punch. But I wasn''t about to back down, shifting my weight forward, using the momentum to bounce him back. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.His grin gave way to an insidious laughter, following up with a barrage of light attacks, each one faster than the last. I deflected the first strike, angling my blade to redirect his blade into thin air. The second strike was aimed at my hip, forcing me to pivot and block the blade, further cracking the wood. A third swing aimed at my neck had me stepping back, narrowly avoiding the blow.
"Enough!" Theresa''s voice rang out, her voice sharp, full of concern as she ran into the yard, one hand clenched at her side, the other holding her wand. "Arthur, stop this at once!" Arthur paused mid swing, he seemed dumbfounded at first, but quickly recovered, his soft grin returned, lowering his blade. "What''s the matter? She is holding her own." "Have you even bothered looking at her?" Theresa snapped, pointing at me. Her voice trembling in anger. Only now did I glance at myself, spotting scratches across my arms and legs, feeling the pain creeping in as the adrenaline began to fade. I swept my forehead with my sleeve, using my sword to lean on as I struggled to stay upright. "She''s injured!" Theresa continued, stepping closer. "And you''ve failed to see that, you''re supposed to teach her, not kill her." Arthur shrugged, his grin softening but not disappearing. "Real combat is tough, but it''s the only way for her to keep growing." He turned to me with an approving look. "A boy her age holding them self against a royal knight for just one minute would be considered an impossible feat, let alone a girl managing five." I wish I could''ve replied, but the words were stuck in my throat. "What if she couldn''t?" Theresa''s wand trembled in her hand, her voice cracking. "Then I would''ve stopped." She didn''t seem convinced, I tried to speak again, wanting to interfere, but as soon I opened my mouth I threw up. Theresa rushed over, kneeling beside me, "You need to hold still." Her embrace supported me, pointing the wand at my skin. A gentle, cool film of water spread across it, soothing the burns, covering the cuts, and easing the pain. The soft glow from her wand flickered, dimming, as she spoke the ancient incantation. The tip of her wand emitting a soft glow as the magic flew through it into the water, the pain slowly fading and the wound closing up. "I am sorry I didn''t heal you sooner, How do you feel?" She asked, "much better, thank you, Theresa. I wouldn''t know what I''d do wihtout you." I stood back up, firmly holding the hilt, however the sword wouldn''t be able to take anymore hits. Neither would I, my pain was gone, my stomach felt worlds better than before, but that wouldn''t last long if we keep going like this. "No more fighting today." Theresa commanded, "Else you won''t get any tiramisu." "Wow... now you''re just being mean." I pouted, Arthur laughed loudly, clearly amused by our batter, not only earning him a rather sour look from Theresa, but also blast with the water Theresa just had used to heal me. "Arthur, I count on you." His demeanour changed into a played seriousness, "Of course Ma''am! No more fighting!" He saluted playfully, earning him another water blast. His laughter returned as I bit back a smile, "Alright, we¡¯ll stick to practicing techniques today," he said, his grin betraying his anticipation.
"Urgh." I fell on to the grass, my body dripping in sweat, the familiar sting of blisters on my hands making me wish I''d never have to hold a sword again. My breath came in shallow gasps, as I tried to regain control of my shaking limbs. "Maybe that five mile sprint at the end was too much." Arthur said, as he said down beside me, his heavy frame sinking into the grass. His gaze drifted to the woods, where the ever-looming grey fog clung to the treetops like a restless shadow, its edges softly illuminated by the fading orange glow of the sunset. I followed his gaze for a moment before I closed my eyes, enjoying a moment of relaxation. "You did great today," Arthur said melancholically, "At this rate I can send you off to the academy without having to feel bad." "Heh, does that mean you''ll torture me for the last few months I am here?" I giggled, though my voice wavered from the exhaustion. "Not that you haven''t tried your best." Arthur chuckled, running his hand through his sweat dampened hair. "Perhaps. We¡¯ll see." The silence between Arthur and me felt like a truce. After hours of sweat and strain, it was almost enough to forget how much my limbs ached. Feeling the cool spring breeze on my skin, as it carries the scent of grass and earth, stirring a fleeting moment of peace. The sound of footsteps crunching on the grass made me tilt my head, watching Theresa approaching us with her usual grace, somehow making balancing a tray look effortlessly elegant, it beat me how she did that. To my delight, I spotted cups of tea and neatly plated tiramisu. "I thought the two of you might want a little snack." She said, kneeling beside us with her ever so beautiful smile. "Wow, that looks amazing!" I said, my exhaustion momentarily forgotten as I sa up straight, "you''ve outdone yourself, Theresa." "Oh, you flatter me." She replied, handing me a plate. "I hope it tastes as good as it looks." My stomach, despite it''s earlier abuse, growled hopefully, as I excitedly cut through the soft layers with my fork, I almost felt sad ruining the piece of art on my plate. As soon as the forkful hit my tongue, I let out a soft hum of contentment. The sweet almond cream, a little kick of alcohol, and just enough bitterness from the coffee to tie it all together. It was heaven on a plate. Arthur took his plate with a quiet nod, his gaze softening as he sampled the dessert. Even he couldn''t mask his appreciation for Theresa''s cooking. She glanced between us, clearly very pleased, but staying silent. "Come on, you¡¯ve got to try this," I said, holding out a forkful with an exaggerated grin. "We¡¯ve made plenty, so no need to be shy!" Theresa chuckled softly at my instance, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, as she took the offered forkfull with a smile. "Delicious!" "Isn''t it!" I replied beaming. Arthur leaned back, holding the empty plate in hand while letting out a satisfied sigh, "If the academy''s cafeteria serves food just half as good as this, you''ll be spoiled, Lucille." His words pulled me back to reality. The academy was just a few months way. I tried to hold on to the feeling of comfort of the moment, but the thought lingered. "I''ll miss this," I murmured, the words slipping out unbidden, this town, it''s friendly people and most of the all, Arthur and Theresa. "You¡¯ll do well. You¡¯ve worked so hard for this." she said, placing her hand on my shoulder with a confident smile. Arthur nodded, wearing his usual motivating grin, "The academy is just another chapter of your life, you''ll write it better than anyone. Their words encouraged me, though, a small knot of worry remained in my chest. Soon this tranquillity would fade, replaced by the all the challenges the academy would have in store for me. I shook my head, "Yes, you''re right!" forming a smile on my face, no use in worrying right now. For now, I''ll savour every moment, and this tiramisu.
Feeling the rumble of the engine reverberating in my chest, steam hissing around my feet, as I stepped on to the platform. "A compartment for you has been prepared, my Lady" Arthur said, handing my luggage to a porter. "Please do not hesitate to ask the train staff for anything you need on your journey." "I shall keep that in mind, thank you Arthur." I replied heartily, trying to keep up my composure. Wondering how Arthur and Theresa do it, but just a gaze into their eyes shows their facade crumble. Theresa stepped forward, gently clutching my hands, as she whispered. "Please take good care of yourself, Lucille." "I will." I whispered, feeling something soft and warm in my hands as she let go of them. A pastel blue handkerchief, embroidered with the lion crest of my family and the letters ''L.L.'' carefully woven in golden thread. The intricate stitching and delicate craftsmanship were unmistakably her handiwork, before could even thank her Arthur stepped forward, removing the scabbard of his belt, offering it to me, in it his trusty long sword. Exactly how he had offered me the wooden long swords countless times. "Not you too..." is what I wanted to say, but the words wouldn''t leave my mouth, as I tried my hardest not to cry. "Take it, it''ll serve you better than me." He smiled warmly, his deep blue eyes betraying his true feelings. "But, I can''t take this." "I insist." he replied, "I''d feel much better knowing it in your capable hands." I nodded, "thank you," as I took the scabbard, wrapping my fingers around the cold hilt, feeling the familiar weight of the sword in my hand. Remembering the countless practice swings he made me do with it. "For all you two have done for me." "Now now, this won''t be goodbye forever." Theresa barged in, wearing her usual friendly smile. Suddenly the trains whistle blew, conductors running back and forth, screaming through the ever increasing engine noise. "Please get on board. This train will depart soon." "It seems our time is running out." I smiled weakly, wiping off tears that had formed. The handkerchief calming me down, as its carrying Theresa''s scent. "It seems that way." Arthur replied, "Go now, otherwhise the train will leave without you." Theresa chuckled, Their warm smiles as they waved me farewell almost broke my composure once again. Looking back at them once more, before I hastily made way to my compartment. Placing the sword on the bench and opening the compartments window, waving back with the handkerchief in my hand. Looking out the window I could see them waving back. While the conductors boarding the train as well, sealing the doors, as the train slowly started moving. "Make sure to write us, and that you eat enough, and that you take care of your skin." It suddenly burst out of Theresa. "And train properly, and take care of your new sword." Arthur added, grinning. "Come on you two... don''t make me cry again." I whispered to myself, "I''ll make sure to write you!" I screamed, waving as the train picked up pace, and the mechanical noise of heavy machinery growing ever louder, swallowing all the other noise. Only the whistle overshadowing it, blowing as we leave the station. Only closing the window after I couldn''t see them anymore. Immediately noticing how pleasantly quiet it is in the compartment, considering the noise outside. Leaning back into the comfortable seat. The ache in my heart lingered, a hollow remnant of the goodbyes I''d said, both, in this life and in my previous. Leaving me to wonder what lay ahead in this unfamiliar chapter of my life.
A sudden bump pulled me back into reality, the rhythmic clatter of the train wheels had put me at ease. Blinking as I realised how sleep deprived I was. Truthfully I''d barely managed to get five hours of rest last night. I was just too restless, my mind had wandered from anticipations to fear. A quick look at the clock revealed that I had slept through most of the train ride, as it''s already 4pm. I straightened my back before taking a look outside, noticing the vastly different landscape compared to where I grew up. Where the train once passed through mountains and forests, it now travelled through mostly flatland and fields. Riding a steam train had always been a dream of mine though I''d imagined it''d be a less foreboding occasion. Obviously I have tried time and time again to convince my father that I didn''t need to go there, but... . ¡°It is a noble''s duty to learn how best to serve their kingdom" he declared, leaving no room for future arguments. I could anticipate as much. And while I had no definite proof yet, I was certain that some of the events in this world were based on the game. "This train will arrive shortly at Magnolia main station. We hope you had a pleasant journey and wish you a wonderful day." The conductor''s voice crackled through the speaking tube in my compartment. His announcement snapped me out of my daydream once again, feeling the train slowing down as it approached the station. Watching the bustling streets full of people as the train passes through the main street was nothing short of incredible. Even Tokyo''s busy streets could just barely compare to this, the town was huge, carriages, street cars, people walking and cycling everywhere. The streets seemed chaotic but everyone somehow got along. I was immediately struck by the baroque style of the building, all the platforms in a huge hall and the incredibly beautiful columns that supported the monumental glass dome, as we entered under the screeching brakes and trains whistle. Reminding me of pictures from historical European train stations. Getting to experience Magnolia in person truly reflected the game''s blend of 18th- and 19th- technology, society and magic much more vividly than my now distant hometown.
Shortly after someone knocked at my door, a young servant, 12 at best. He informed me that a carriage was already waiting for me right outside of the station, carrying my luggage. "Let me help you Mister." Pointing at one of my cases. "Are you sure my Lady? These are heavy." "It''s fine, really." I insisted, stepping forward, gently grabbing the case from the boy''s trembling hands. "Thank you for your help thus far." my tone leaving no room for an argument. "T-thank you, my L-lady." He stammered, as though he was not sure how to behave in this situation. "It''s no trouble, I am just carrying one case." I added with a warm smile. "You''re doing the hard part, really." While walking through the station I couldn''t help but notice how elegant the whole building is, yet, how similar it feels to the stations I remember. So many people hastily walking from one platform to another, running through the halls. Food stalls, small stores with essential goods to the buildings sides, clocks, information boards and even electric light. This building was so fascinating, a shame we never got to explore the inside of it in the game. I should also mention that this servants ability to navigate us through the crowd while never losing sight of me was astonishing, no seriously, I had no idea how he did that. Thanks to him we reached the carriage just after a short walk. "What are you doing boy?" The coachman grumbled, clearly upset. "A noblewoman should never have to carry her own luggage." "Perhaps." I intervened in a gentle tone. "But I am not any noblewoman, I don''t mind carrying my own weight." He seemed a little surprised at first, or perhaps impressed? Nevertheless he nodded respectfully as I handed over the case I was carrying. However the boy simply stared at me as though I had spoken a foreign tongue. We started moving just moments after I sat down. The carriage making its way leisurely through the bustling streets towards the academy. Under normal circumstances I''d watch the people outside, but my thoughts kept lingering around those servants. It baffled me just how little respect those two were expecting. Was it really that strange for a noble to thank someone? If this keeps up, they may start writing songs about ''The noble who carried one of her own cases.'' Back at home, both Arthur and Theresa were totally different. They''d even scold me regularly whenever I messed up, even though they both are servants to my fathers house. Even after I had become of age, this never changed. The noises became quieter and quieter until the only sounds left were the trotting of the horses and the occasional cable car passing by. It was already late in the evening when we reached the academy grounds, the carriage stopping in front of the dormitory. Both, the boy and the coachman helped me carry my luggage to my room, this time neither one would complain about me insisting to carry one of the cases myself. "Thank you for your hard work." My gentle tone still didn''t seem to sit right with them. "And seriously, don''t let anyone give you any grief for letting me carry my own weight." I added after a moment with a playful smile. During the carriage ride I thought of a little something for the two of them. To cheer them up and maybe have them open up just a little. Hence why I had two large copper coins prepared, both worth about a week''s salary worth. Offering each one of them. "But my Lady. We can''t" "Shh, It''s a tip" I interrupted him, putting a finger on my lips. "Just keep it between us." The boy''s eyes opened wide, dumbfounded by the money. Nervously glancing at the coachman for approval. The coachman on the other hand became surprisingly soft. He nodded to the boy, then taking his copper and giving it to the boy. "Give this to your sister, okay?" He said, wearing an elderly smile. I wondered if they were related in any way. Both of them thanked me, seeing their wide smiles as they left made me truly happy. Now that I have been alone I had the chance to explore my room a little, or rather, three rooms. I couldn''t deny that some of the privileges some nobles enjoyed were really handy. Not only did I get a similiar bed to what I had back at home. I also had my own toilet, running water, kitchen and electric lighting. Most importantly however, my own bathtube. Which I will happily make use of, as I felt worn out after such a long day. Privileges the few commoners at this school would not have. Including Amelia, the games protagonist. From my knowledge about the game I could tell that this should be around the time she arrives at the academy. Shortly after she''ll meet the other three romance options. Then there¡¯s Edward Lionheart, my doting twin brother. Where my magical ability is embarrassingly bad, his is nothing short of incredible. Of course, he¡¯s the poster child for an easy romance, kind and charming. On top of that, he''s a cutie, because of his slender frame, vibrant green eyes and blonde hair I had talked him into my dresses more than once. Honestly, if he wasn''t my brother, I might fall for him too. Then we have the crown pince, William Ascalon. The troubled prince, on one hand his alluring charm, noble status and extraordinary looks draw in a lot of cloud. Especially his azur blue eyes and masculine demeanor stick out, even though I have to admit that I personally never have been a huge fan of him. Mainly because of his troubled betrothal with Elise, as both of them being forced into it by the king. Anyhow, because of this only played through his story once, to collect his achievement. Next we have Tytus Topala, son of the kings right hand. Having inherited his fathers brilliant mind and amazing looks, featuring jet black hair and dark grey eyes. Being raised with the expectation to follow his father''s footsteps also has its downsides. In the game he is of the gloomy type, perceiving attempts to befriend him as a way to get to his father. Only feeling comfortable around his few friends. Amelia would have a hard time getting through to him. I retracted into the water, water forming bubbles as I slowly exhaled. Lastly, there would also be me, the walking disaster. Personally I see no way in hell she''d even bother. To be fair, I also avoided all possible interaction with any of them today. Directly going to the dormitory, as I wanted to enjoy this last day before the academy. Somehow it fe a little like the last day of summer vacation. If it''s any close to the game, I would meet them anyway at the opening ceremony tomorrow. The memory of Lucille''s infamous debut sent shivers down my spine, a disaster that set the tone of her entire story. So far I could successfully compensate her flaws from the game. Would my awareness of the game help me to keep this up? Or am I bound to the games fate, just as I had no choice but to attent the academy. No use dwelling on it now. I clenched my fists and stood. If fate thought it could trap me, it was in for a fight! Chapter 1 "Lucille!" someone shouts from behind me. I lie on the ground, my bloodstained arm stretching out in front of me. Horrified eyes glaring at me, as if they are staring at a wild beast. Some gasp in fear, others whisper, their panicked murmurs drowned out by the piercing buzzing in my ears. Coldness creeps up my arm, spreading through my numb body, my eyelids grow heavy. The buzzing softens. Shapes blur into shadows, voices melt into an unsteady hum. A faint scent of tobacco curls around me, pulling me away, like drifting on a cloud.
As if the smoke carries me through endless hallways, warm and heavy, weaving through a dream I barely remember. Memories resurface, faint and fractured, of a man''s trembling voice. "You never show me any affection!" he blurts, leaning across the table, his words trembling as much as his hands. "I can''t stand it anymore." His words hit me like a slap, leaving me frozen. Did I really? I stare at him, searching his face for an answer. "Ah, well... ," I finally managed to say, the accusation sinking in, "What should I do then?" He groans, running a hand through his hair. "This is exactly what I mean!" he snaps, loud enough to draw glances from nearby tables. "Even now, you just... analyse, like I am some spreadsheet you can fix by adjusting a few numbers! You don''t feel! You don''t care!" "Please, calm down." I said softly, glancing around. Anxiety creeps up my chest, sharp and suffocating, as if I had missed a deadline. But he wasn''t listening, "No, I''ve had enough!" His chair screeches against the floor, standing up abruptly, his face flushing with anger. "We''re done, Sayu!" For a moment, I stare at him, feeling my chest tightening as his words sink in. "You''re joking, right?" I whisper, quieter than I intended. Deep down, I know he''s not. He lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head." Of course you''d think that. You''re so full of yourself." Grabbing his coat, he storms toward the exit without another word. The clinking of plates and murmurs returned after a few moments. Filling the silence he left behind, as though nothing had happened. "I even took vacation, just for you." I whisper to myself, staring at the half eaten meal and the empty chair across the table. My chest aches, but my eyes stay dry, no matter how badly I want them to fill.
A light summer rain clouds the sky as I step outside. It''s droplets trace down my face like the tears I couldn''t shed before. Aimlessly wandering through the streets, the steady rhythm of rain echoing in my chest. Before I know it, I find myself standing in front of small game shop, tucked in between a caf¨¦ and a clothing store. It''s neon sign flickers faintly, a beacon of nostalgia. Inside, the faint smell of plastic lingers as my gaze wanders over the latest releases. Brittle foil crackling under my fingertips as I reach for a game that caught my eye. "She''s so pretty." I murmur, my heart skipping a beat. My gaze firmly locked onto a girl on the cover, her soft amber eyes and pastel pink hair captivating. Someone who could only exist in a fairytale. I flip the box, reading it''s description aloud. "The royal academy of Etera, normally a place accessible only to nobility, opens it''s doors for the first time to highly promising commoners. Among them, Amelia, the first holy mage in a decades. Friendship, love, betrayal and crime, will you be able to forge a path through this unforgiving environment?" What first seemed like a generic game quickly became my obsession. I pulled one all nighter after another, exploring every path, collecting every achievement. But most importantly, I spent every moment I could with my beloved Lucille. Many sleepless nights and tears of joy and grief later, I finally did it. In the last night of my vacation, I held her in my arms, watching the epilogue of our happy end. For a fleeting moment, everything felt perfect, as if nothing else in the world mattered. But morning comes too soon. I turn off my console and get ready for work. When I glance at my reflection in the mirror for one last time, I freeze. The face staring back isn''t mine. A little girl gazes at me with her curious amber eyes. Spinning away from the mirror, I stumble reaching for a door handle that isn''t there. My tiny, trembling hands grasp empty air. Panic washes over me as realisation hits. I have been transported. Into the world of Calamity no less. And to make matters worse, I am Lucille.
"Perfect." I whisper, mustering my reflection one last time. The academy uniform fit me like a glove. The only flaw, if I could call it that, is the skirt, too short for my liking. But that''s nothing a pair of tights couldn''t fix. My gaze shifts to the neatly packed bag by my bedside. Today isn''t just another day. It''s the day I''ve been preparing for since that fateful morning ten years ago. My academy life begins now! Bright red maple trees adorn the avenue, their leaves fluttering gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows over the lush green meadow. Most students would take the tram to campus, but I choose to walk, savouring the serene beauty of the park. Humming softly, soaking in the scenery I''d only ever seen through the screen, until now. "Hey," a voice calls out from behind me. A girl with short blonde hair runs towards me, her dark blue uniform rippling with every hurried step. Intricate yellow embroidery glints under the sunlight, and I already knew who she is. Amelia. This is exactly how she first meets Lucille in the game. "Is this yours?" She nervously presents a pastel blue handkerchief, "you''re the only one around, so... I thought it might belong to you." "May I take a closer look?" I step closer, noticing how her gaze stays fixed on the ground. "Of course!" She thrusts her hand forward, quick and a little flustered. My fingers brush over the soft fabric, the golden thread skilfully woven into the roaring lion of my family¡¯s crest. In the corner, the initials L.L. gleam faintly. "Yes, this is mine." I mask my surprise with a polite smile. Knowing about this event beforehand, I had left it in my room. But I can¡¯t tell her that. "Where exactly did you pick it up?" "Uh, on the ground, right outside the dormitory." She fidgets with her hands, an earnestness in her tone that doesn''t match the spotless handkerchief. I tilt my head slightly, my fingers brushing over the smooth, unblemished fabric. "I see. Thank you for returning it." My polite smile stays firmly in place, even as doubt stirs beneath the surface She nods almost too eagerly. "It wasn''t any trouble," her hands clasp together, a futile attempt to calm her restless fingers. Her nervousness resembles her early game persona strikingly. Conveying the innocence of a countryside girl almost too convincingly. Making it difficult not to like her.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. "By the way," I say, folding the handkerchief neatly and tucking it into my bag, "my name is Lucille. It''s a pleasure to meet you." Her gaze finally lifts, and for the first time, our eyes meet. A flicker of surprise crosses her striking blue eyes before a shy smile softens her expression. "Amelia," she says, her tone warm but tentative. "It''s nice to meet you, too!"
We fall into step together, our boots tapping softly against the cobblestone path. Even though the silence between us feels comfortable to me. Amelias glances didn''t go unnoticed. Her curiosity barely hidden behind her timid demeanour. "So," I start, offering her a small smile, "are you excited for the first day?" Her face lights up, a mixture of excitement and nerves. "I am! Though I can''t help but feel out of place. The academy is... well, it''s so grand. Nothing like where I''m from." Recalling her backstory from the game, it¡¯s easy to picture the quiet farming village where Amelia¡¯s life had been simple and modest, until now. "It can be overwhelming at first," I say gently, "But you''ll get used to it. Trust me, I speak from experience." Her lips part as if she wants to say something more, but before she can, a familiar voice calls out ahead of us. "Lucille! Is that you?" Edward''s casually perched on the edge of the fountain in the central plaza. His golden hair gleams under the sunlight, his grin unmistakably self assured. Just as I remember. "Edward," My voice tinged with mock exasperation, "always so dramatic." He laughs, standing and brushing through his hair. "Well, we haven''t seen each other in two years. Surely I am allowed a little drama." Amelia''s gaze dart back and forth between us, her expression puzzled. "You two... know each other?" I allow myself a faint smile, taking in Edward''s familiar grin, "Yes, he is my younger brother." Her face flushes deep red. "Oh! I-I didn''t realise," she stutters, her index fingers nervously tapping together, her gaze firmly set on the ground once again. "I mean, you don''t look alike at all... . I''m so sorry, I didn''t mean to be rude!" Edward chuckles, clearly enjoying her embarrassment. "No offence taken," he says, flashing his trademark grin. "It''s true, we don''t look very much alike. But I assure you, I''m the better looking twin." "He''s right, you know?" I ponder playfully. "Put him in a dress and he''d make any woman jealous." His face flushes red as I hit one of his few weak points. "I don''t know what you''re talking about." I glance at him, hiding a smirk behind my hand. His pleading expression won''t save him now. "Oh, I am sorry. I must''ve imagined this cute little boy calling asking for his sister while proudly wearing one of her dresses." "That''s already five years ago!" He interjects, "besides, please not here." He practically begs, his voice rising slightly. Amelia grins, her tension easing, "You two really are twins," she murmurs a hint of awe. I suppress a laugh, glancing at Edward, his golden hair and sharp emerald green eyes not only elevate his cute flush, but also contrast sharply to my own features. "Don''t worry, we get that a lot." I say smoothly, "But rest assured, the family resemblance is there. Somewhere." Edward crosses his arms in feigning offence. "How could you possibly deny the obvious charm we share?" Amelia chuckles softly, her initial nervousness beginning to fade. "I guess I can see it now," she admits with a shy smile. Edward''s grin widens, clearly enjoying the attention. "See? Even Amelia agrees. You should listen to me more often." "I suppose I could." Unable to suppress the small smile tugging at my lips. "But enough of the theatrics, Edward. We''re going to be late." "Late?" he says with mock indignation, glancing theatrically at his empty wrist. "Not on my watch! Let''s go then." Leading us the way through the now bustling crowd of students. The plaza alive and filled with activity. Groups of students gathered around the grand fountain at the center, or underneath the trees canopys, enjoying the shade. Nobles greeting each other, refreshing old bonds or tying new ones while the few commoners I could spot, linger nervously at the edges. As we approach the towering main building, Amelia slows, her steps faltering. Her earlier excitement replaced by uncertainty, her gaze fixed on the intricate carvings on the academy''s massive double doors. "Amelia?" I prompt gently, falling into step beside her, "are you alright?" She hesitates, her fingers fidgeting with her uniform jacket. "It''s just... . It feels so surreal," she murmurs. "Standing here, in a place like this. I never thought someone like me would belong here." Edward paused ahead of us, turning back with a raised eyebrow. "What are you talking about? Of course you belong here." "He''s right, you know." I nod in agreement, "I''d even argue you belong here more than most. You got an invitation in spite of being born a commoner. Most nobles wouldn''t even be here if it weren''t for their herritage. So don''t let anyone make you feel otherwhise." She looks between us, her expression softening. "Thank you," she says quietly, a small but genuine smile spreads across her face. "I''ll try to remember that." "Good!" Edward flashes her an encouraging grin, before gesturing overly dramatically toward the entrance. "Now onward! Our grand adventure awaits!" "You know, it''s just three years of school?" "Ah come one, don''t be such a killjoy." Amelia giggles again, and this time, her laugh is lighter, less burdened. Together, we step through the massive doors into the academy''s grand hall.
The massive space is nothing short of breathtaking. Black and white marble tiles form a sprawling checkerboard floor that reflects the sunlight streaming through massive glass windows. Crystalline chandeliers hang high above, scattering the light like a cascade of stars. Students fill the room, their voices blending into a gentle hum that echoes of the grand arch ceiling. Edward, as before, takes the lead, weaving confidently through the crowd. Amelia though decided to stick close to me, her eyes darting around as she takes in the grandeur of the hall. "This place is incredible." she whispers to herself. "Isn''t it?" I smile faintly, remembering my first impression of the academy as if it would have been yesterday. It was no less overwhelming back then. Before she can respond, the booming voice of the principal fills the hall, silencing the room instantly. "Welcome, students, to the Royal Academy of Etera. Today marks the beginning of a journey, a journey of studying, growth, and camaraderie." The speech continues, but my focus drifts. As I''ve heard these words numerous times before. I can''t shake the feeling something was off. Could it be the world itself? In my short time here I''ve already noticed subtle shifts, having tried to alter, or even avoid certain scenarios. Only for them to find their way back to me anyway, not entirely the same, but close enough, as though the game''s events are being rewritten. My fingers brushed gently over the handkerchief tucked in my palm. I had left it in my room deliberately, yet it ended up in her hands anyway. Was it a coincidence, did I leave the windows open? Or maybe the maid opened it after I left. I shake my head, unwilling to draw early conclusions. Perhaps I could later check my room. Until then, there is nothing I can do. A sigh escapes me as the questions swirl in my head. My attention shifts briefly back to the students. Scouring them for familiar faces as I try to find something, anything really, to distract myself. "Lucille," Edward nudges me gently, "You''re first. They''ve called you twice already." Blinking, I realise the assessments have already begun, My name echoes through the hall again, the principal''s voice firm and commanding. "Lucille Lionheart." Taking a deep breath, before I step forward. The weight of countless eyes fall on me as I approach the center of the stage. A contraption rests on the table, a faintly shimmering crystal at it''s core. I know this part well, too well. In the game, this crystal evaluates magical aptitude. It''s color represents one''s elemental affinity, and the brightness of the glow indicates their mana pool. Every time, I dreaded this moment, watching Lucille getting mocked for her poor aptitude. I place my hand on the crystal, it''s surface cool against my palm. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, a mossy green light begins to glow, spreading outward. It''s mossy hue is calming, yet disappointingly familiar, I''ve seen it far too many times in every iteration of this moment. Just a little longer, I think. Soon this will all be over, and I''ll return to my place in the crowd. But before relief could settle, the green light intensifies. Shifting and twisting, until suddenly, a fiery orange core bursts forth. Gasps ripple through the hall, as the crystal trembles violently. It''s glow blinding and waves of heat radiating from it''s surface. "Get back!" someone shouts, too late. The crystal shatters, sharp fragments flying outward. I instinctively raise my arm to shield my face, as shards slice into my skin. Pain shoots through me as I stumble backwards, clutching my injured arm, blood trickles down onto the floor, warm against my skin. The crystal''s remains melted into a pool, hissing and bubbling ominously. Chaos erupts around me. Students whisper frantically, teachers rushing to contain the situation. "What? How?" I whispered in disbelief, collapsing to the ground. A puddle of blood spreads around my arm throbbing arm, as I reached out, desperate for help. "Lucille!" someone shouts from behind me. The crowds once excited eyes glared at me in horror. Coldness creeps up my arm, spreading through my numb body, piercing buzzing in my ears drowns out the chaos, as my eyelids grow heavy. Chapter 2 The murmurs were first to return, people talking in the background. My body felt as though it was bound tightly, an oppressive weight pressing me down, unable to open my eyes. "Don''t you think this is a step too far? The smooth voice sounded familiar, it''s underlying concern genuine. But, I couldn''t quite pinpoint it''s owner, as if their name lingered on the tip of my tongue. "Nothing I can do about." an unfamiliar elderly voice replied calmly. I didn''t want to eavesdrop, but it wasn''t like I had any choice anyway. And I''d be lying if I said I wasn''t intrigued. "You may not be able to, but I can." the smooth voice said firmly, by now I was certain it belonged to one of the main characters in the game. "What are you implying?" "Nothing of your concern. I don''t want to drag you into this." "All right, if you say so. I''ll take care of this really quick. Can you please look after her while I am gone?" "Sure thing." The room fell into absolute silence after the man left. No murmurs from outside, no ticking clock, only the occasional rustle of a page being turned. Gradually, rays of light pierced the darkness behind my eyelids. I blinked, the blurry outlines of the room swimming into focus. It was curiosity that truly jolted awake, and her. Cropped light brown hair framed her sharp, striking face, and her hazel eyes stayed fixed on the small book in her hands, turning one page after another. There was no doubt: in front of me sat the villainess of Calamity, princess Isabel. "Oh, you''re awake." her voice broke through my daze, realising she was watching me now. "Isabel?" My voice cracked "The one and only." she flashed me a smile that was both charming and infuriating. "I am glad you remember me." Right, she held a speech at the ceremony. "What are you doing here? Your highness?" "Checking on you, of course," she said smoothly, leaning back in her chair. "You''ve left quite the impression, after all." "Great," I muttered, falling back against the pillows. "So now I am the talk of the school." "Legendary even!" Her grin widened, "unforgettable, really." I narrowed my eyes, irritation bubbling to the surface. This was the Isabel I remembered, always eager to gloat over someone else''s misfortune. "You''re enjoying this, aren''t you?" She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with mischief. "A little." "If you''re just here to gloat," I began, but she interrupted me, her tone softening. "Actually, there is something I need to tell you," she said, leaning forward. Her voice low, and deliberate, the sudden shift in tone caught me off guard. "You¡¯ve destroyed a very rare and valuable magical crystal. You injured yourself and risked the lives of many noble heirs present. Do you know what penalty awaits you?" She paused for a long moment, letting her words sink in. A cold shiver ran down my spine, "It was an accident." I tried to argue, but her seriousness didn''t leave room for interpretation, she meant every word. "What penalty?" She asked again, her tone unyielding. "Banishment?" I guessed, trying to stay optimistic. "At the very least," she said, her tone tinged with concern. My heart skipped a beat. Drowning in her eyes, as the shook settled in. "Become my knight." "What?" I hesitated, the room felt smaller, suffocating, as if the walls were closing in. "As such, you''d be protected." her words hung in the air. Heavy, promise and threat alike. Become her knight, it sounded so simple. An easy answer. A lifeline. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.But was it? I clenched my hands into fists, my nails biting into my palms. Did I even have other options? Could I refuse? Insist on my innocence, throw myself at the mercy of the academy, of the nobles, of whomever would decide my fate. What if she''s lying? No. The old man was talking about it. Nothing he could do about. Banishment, at the very least. That meant exile, alone, without resources, at the mercy of other nobles from another country. And if exile was the best case, what would be the worst? Execution? A lifetime of improsment? Or something even crueler? Being handed over to a noble that wanted to make an example of me? All because of an accident? A chill ran down my spine. I could try to run. Escape before they made their decision for me. But where would I go? A lone fugitive, a criminal. My breath came shallow. I had no way out, no good choices. "But why safe me?" "I can''t let someone with your potential go to waste," Isabel said, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Besides, it would be such a shame to lose someone so¡­ fascinating." Isabel''s offer wasn''t salvation, it was a trap. A beautiful, golden gilded snare. And we both knew it. The way she watched me now, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement, made it perfectly clear. Like a cat playing with its pray. And still, it was the only safe option. Slowly, I looked up at her. "And if I agree?" My voice was quiet. But I knew she heard me. "Then you''ll be my faithful knight." I stared at her, the weight of her proposal settling over me like a heavy cloak. Was this really the only way to salvage what was left of my life? And why did her confidence make it feel like I was stepping into a carefully laid snare? The door creaked open suddenly and the old man from before stepped in. Followed closely by two royal guards and the principal. "Oh, she¡¯s awake?" "Yes," Isabel replied, her voice steady. "She''s well enough to be discharged." As she stood, her eyes met mine, a concerned look flickering across her face. Then, without a sound, her lips shaped the words: "Now or never." Was she really telling the truth? Royal guards wouldn''t waste their time on trivial matters. Was this really the only way? The guards stepped closer, their armour clinking ominously with each step. My chest tightened, panic clawing at the edges of my mind. Now is not the time to think. I threw the blanket aside and jumped out of bed, grabbed Isabel¡¯s hand as I dropped on one knee. The guards reacted instantly, their swords half-drawn as they surrounded us. "I hereby solemnly swear to protect my princess and kingdom," I began, the words tumbling out of me like stones. "To serve the good of both. Though it may cost me my life, I shall serve faithfully and with honour." As the final word left my lips, a sudden heat flared at the right base of my neck. I winced, reaching up instinctively, but the sensation faded just as quickly as it had come. I glanced at Isabel, whose eyes gleamed with something between amusement and intrigue. "It suits you better than I thought." she mused. The room felt unnaturally still, as if the air itself been holding it''s breath. My knee remained pressed against the cold stone floor, the lingering heat at my neck a stark reminder of what I''d just done. Of my sworn oath to Isabel. The guards hadn''t moved yet. Their hands still hovering near the hilts of their swords, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Even the principal hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line before he let out a long, tired sigh. "This will complicate things," he muttered, rubbing his temple. "But what''s done is done." Complicate things? I hoped it would make things easier. My heart still pounded in my chest, unable to fully grasp the full weight of my decision. I dared a glance at Isabel. Her gaze firmly on me, not with the smugness I expected, but with quiet intrigue, as if I were a puzzle she had yet to solve, a toy. It was infuriating. "What happens now?" I asked, my voice unsettlingly steady given how I felt. The old man, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward, carrying a wooden box in his hands. The moment he opened it, a strange energy filled the air, the crystal inside pulsing faintly with an eerie glow. I stiffened. "Your assessment must be redone, I am afraid," the principal started, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This time, with a crystal that... shouldn''t burst into pieces." A lump formed in my throat, I didn''t like the way he said that. Glancing back at Isabel, hoping for some sort of lifeline, or some hint that she knew what was coming. But she only smiled, tilting her head slightly. Amused. Waiting. I swallowed hard. She wasn''t going to help me. Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud thud, slamming against the wall. "Isabel?!" a man''s voice rang out, striking with urgency. I flinched at the sudden intrusion, my pulse still unsteady from everything that had just happened. My gaze snapped to the newcomer. A young man whose striking features bore an undeniable resemblance to Isabel''s. The same captivating aura, the same hazel eyes, though his were storming with frustration. His dark hair, slightly tousled, framed his face in a way that made him look both regal and imposing. Isabel sighed, exasperation evident in the way she barely turned her head to acknowledge him. "What do you need, William?" "Father wants to speak with you," he said, his gaze narrowing at the scene before him. "Now!" She rolled her eyes, "of course, he always does in the worst possible moments." Then, as if remembering something amusing, she turned back to the principal. "Can I trust you''ll treat my knight due respect?" The principal hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Naturally. Though, if I may ask... . Why here, of all places? Why not in a proper hall, with witnesses and a ceremony worthy of a royal oath?" Isabel smirked, tilting her head as if she found his curiosity adorable. "Not telling~." Then, as she turned to leave, her glance wandered back at me, her expression full of amusement. "Oh, and Lucille," she added smoothly, "I expect you at my dorm room tomorrow morning. Before classes." I opened my mouth to argue, to ask why, to demand any reasoning, but the look in her eyes made it clear. She had just issued my first order. "As you wish..." I muttered. With that, she strode past William without another glance, flickering her hand in a lazy wave. I clenched my fists. She had played me. Even worse, I had let her. My fingers drifted to my neck, tracing the warmth, still lingering there. I couldn''t see it, but I could feel it, my decision burned into my skin. That night, I would learn the full truth of what I had done. The mark, a winged sword, drawn like a tattoo into my flesh. A brand of servitude. A binding promise. Proof that I now belonged to her.