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  Adeline Tritora's POV

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  After the entrance ceremony speech incident I decided to put my pns to get an early start in the academy's social hierarchy on hold, following the small girl back to her dorm room had me questioning her origins. A floor stained in blood and a sweaty face with trembling eyes is all I remember after looking into the cracked open door. The tremor in her voice and the clumsy attempt at hiding whatever was happening to her makes me crack an uneasy smile as I am lost in thought.

  Walking to the cssroom of css A, I pass the usual greedy individuals trying to make any type of connection with 'The Princess', ugh. It makes gag imaging the greasy smiles full of not so hidden intentions, the clearly rehearsed words being spoken to me in order to garner any type of favor. Quickening my walking pace I somehow manage to enter the cssroom directly behind the teacher and I scan my eyes over the students already taking refuge on the raised desks.

  Making eye contact with various students I notice a few acquaintances, firstly Amber Pilota, a mid back length blue ponytail and matching blue eyes stare back at me. Considering she comes from a ducal family I was suprised by the ck of fshy jewlery on her school uniform, interesting, so she intends to show this type of image here.

  Madeline Utari, a neighboring ducal family daughter. Her white bobcut style hair and sharp silver eyes give an arrogent impression but considering I grew up around her as a pymate, I know what really ys beneath those peircing eyes.

  My brother, Noah Tritora. My political enemy, he has similiar blond hair in a center part but on his face glow two blue eyes instead of green. He originates from a different mother and empress after my mother, the previous empress, died at birth.

  Gncing past a number of the other students and seeing some count and baron family children, a ducal family child that I haven't met yet with brown hair and brown eyes slightly peaks my interest but my attention wanes as I quickly find the little girl I am looking for.

  I notice as she ducks her head behind her arms to hide from me and it elicits a small chuckle from me as I go to an open seat near the very front of the cssroom. Watching as the teacher begins his opening speech I ignore the clear disrespect to the people sitting in this room. I already expected how this academy was going to be run from the warning from my father, others however seem to be extremely shocked and I notice a few whispers 'how dare this commoner talk to us like that?'.

  Looking towards the individual that just whispered those words I see a tall brute with red short cut hair and yellow eyes, a notorious ruffian within the noble circles. Micheal Stowblock. Kind and subservient to those with more power and an extreme scourge to those he deems below himself, a typical bully to the weak if you will.

  Quickly losing my interest over the ruffian I gnce behind me at the girl that has been peaking my interest since I first arrived here, I believe her name was Anna. The small tremors that occasionally twitch her body and gloomy demeanor followed by a stench of disenfectant and herbal creams. The bandages that can be seen wrapping around the bottom of her pale wrists, and then the blood from the entrance ceremony that makes me want to poke my nose into her life.

  In a school that only accepts the nobles or someone coming from a truly powerful family it makes me question how she managed to be here, especially in css A which has notoriously only accepted the truly elite. As the introduction speech comes to an end I watch as she almost silently stands up and practically runs out of the cssroom door behind the strolling teacher.

  Interesting.

  I will be watching you from now on. Anna.

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