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I smiled as I strolled through the castle gardens seeing all the chirping sparrows and flashing hares
while they made their barrows. as I turned the maze like bushes I heard tiny chirps coming from the
tall shreds of grass all around me seeing a flash of gold as I crouched down
my eyes widened as I saw a small golden bird with black pupils and yellow trimmed wings
"the obrieonis said to be the mythical messengers of Apollo" the bird was wounded it's left wing was covered in
spots of blood (y/n) quickly cupped the bird in her hands getting up
as she made no haste through the halls her heels clicking on the polished
marble flooring as she stormed in astronomy class they all attended
luckily class hadn't started yet seems like Mr. Colvnesteen hadn't arrived yet "p-p-professor ?" of course jungkook was the first to notice the young woman
she had easily became his favorite teacher in the past days
(y/n) flashed the man a smile as she laid the bird on the round table "this beautiful creature is harmed it is your responsibility to take care of
it for the week" (y/n) spoke as groans were heard all around the room
"I found it by near one of your bear traps !" I sighed as the groans stopped
"Thank you now come on" they all gathered around as I slowly grabbed taehyung's hands to much of his surprise
laying the sweet chirping bird in his hands
"okay okay seokjin-ah namjoon come help me draw some water" I spoke taking the men's hands and guiding them out of the room
and they let her (y/n) wasn't on the same level as them yet seokjin was full of unknown infatuation while namjoon had deep curiosity
as she was the only person he didn't know about he had sent servants to study her yet nothing it was like she didn't exist she was the
only person to let him dare wonder and he loved every second of it
(y/n) drew her hands up helping the men to cuff their sleeves seokjin watched as she folded the fabric
"I can't believe you can't even do this yourself" "I'd be preposterous if we did" namjoon spoke defending his pride
while (y/n) struggled not to roll her eyes as she dropped buckets in their hands "yes how very preposterous now go and fetch some water as it's clear we'll be spending the day together
I'll have to hurry and make evening supper" seokjin bit back a smile "after we have finished may I help ?"
namjoon peered his eyes it was like he was transported into his childhood seokjin always strived for mother's attention
helping her prepare meals in secret as a lady of her status should've not have been partaking in
those activities namjoon remembered the taste of her food absolutely.. ravishing
"you may excuse me I have to check on the others" the woman bid them goodbye with a sweet smile
"oh and namjoon !" she quickly turned around "I hope to see you in the room of records this evening"
the young prince's watched the girl scurry away both curious for different reasons
I searched everywhere for those four finally finding them in the hall by the clear pearl fountain
"you aren't supposed to drown it !" "I'm not drowning it brat it's filthy I'm doing you a favor" I sighed while I watched
yoongi and taehyung fight while jimin and jugkook sat at the edge of the fountain making a nest
jimin looked like he was sulking as he had previous arrangement at the lady's in waiting curridor
jungkook himself was smiling sweetly happy to be doing what I asked him to do
he was becoming my favorite "jungkook you're obviously the most mature here" I spoke making my appreance be known
causing the men to stop bickering and jungkook run up to me showing me what they accomplished
"l-look p-professor i-i a-added l-little f-flowers a-and p-p-padding" I smiled as i reached and pet his head
smiling sweetly "I'm very proud of you" the young boy's eyes widened slightly as he
fought back his excitement as that was the first time he had heard that and he needed to make sure it wouldn't be the last
he had to be praised again and it had to be from her.
