The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

4

"Happiness is stubborn, I don't think

I can find it ."

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The soft click had reached my ears and before I knew it I was inside, greeted by a room full of nothingness. A tall windowsill was faced before me; the unnecessarily large item placed to separate the two queen sized beds that lounged at both sides. The room itself was in no way average, but it was indeed way simpler than the image I had in my head.

Removing my hand from the knob I take in a large breath of air, in hopes to calm my ragged breathing. For some reason my heart wouldn't stop claming against my chest ever since my dreaded encounter with Sevan and a certain menacing threat that followed shortly after.

In all honesty it was the first time I had met someone whose voice carried such grace and authority that it held the sheer power to send shrills down my spine.

It was enough that the overtly unnecessary reaction my body replied in hadn't surprised me in the least.

"Is there a reason your just standing there?"

My head jolts to the bubbly voice dripping in humor. Her big brown eyes were the first to catch my attention, it was a common dark brown that resembled her cropped hair. She was short, enough that I could see the way her narrow nose hooked at the end.

"Seems that I've woken you from your daze." She smiles, placing her bag on the floor, "Hi I'm Mistianna."

"Hello I'm Hazel." I reply, a smile of my own finding it's way on my lips.

"Your here early." She concludes, her eyes wandering to the multiple suitcases littering my side, "I wasn't expecting you till around 11:50."

"Really." I say, a sudden realization hitting me. No wonder I hadn't seen anyone other than the two men since I got to Athnium.

"Most students are usually around at 11:30 though...well except for me and a few other students." She quickly adds, "We're kinda special cases."

I nod, not wanting to pry.

"Look at the that! It's already time." Mistianna groans loudly, her brown eyes skimming the large clock that hanged in the middle of the room. "Those pretentious degrees are already starting to crowd the entrance."

A small chuckle passes my lips, followed by a shake of my head.

"Whatever it's not like they'll hear me!" She counters at my distant disapproval.

I freeze as her nonchalant words registered, did she already find out I wasn't a degree? I knew from the start that I wasn't going to make a convincing noble but I didn't expect to get found out at the literal first day.

"They put us in these segregated, plain ass dorms and expect us to be fine with it." She rants on, completely ignorant to my change in demeanour.

"Yeah." I follow through, feigning a frown of my own. I still couldn't get passed the fact that she knew, and how?

"Enough about them." She interrupts herself, her attention grazing back to me, "What brings you here in the middle of the term."

I shift my weight, placing both of my hands on my chin, here it was, the question I had been agonising all morning.

"I've had a weak heart ever since I was a child." I begin, re-telling the story Miltia had recited for me, "So my mother sent me to my grandmothers house where I lived since I was a child-Long story short I'm here now."