What does it mean to be a Red Blood? To Snoh Encre being a red-blooded human was the epitome of mediocrity. Especially when her entire family has magical powers of their own as Elementals.
Living in the Wysterian Nation as a disappointment to her f...
"You seem to be very distracted these days, Miss Encre." My body instantly jumped, startled by the fact that Scholar Ioanna had stopped her verbal instruction to point out the fact that I was quite dazed and only paying half of the attention the actual teaching session required.
I was embarrassed not by the fact that she had caught me at this particular moment, but the fact that she had noticed it over the series of days I had been with her.
I wasn't intentionally trying to disregard her daily lessons but there had been so much that happened to me in a short period of time, I only realized this was the only quiet time—aside from studying that I got a moment to reflect on just how great the ramifications of the revelation was doing to my life.
And I could not share it with anyone outside of the people that I knew. It also wasn't as if I could just go and constantly nag Niloh or even Prince Jovian about my concerns, they had their own personal matters they had to care for and my never-ending questions would never allow the freedom to do as they pleased.
Now with Orion confirmed as my true father and my mothers coming in for the Crimson Ball that was set to happen in several days, spacing out during my lessons where the least of my troubles.
My mother's words constantly rang in my head ever since I had left my childhood home and returned to Clouiths. The look of complete seriousness scribbled all over her expression reminded me of the grim looks she used to share living in our home with the High Chancellor.
Even now, it was so hard to address him as the high chancellor and not my father—he's all I knew to be my entire life, but now I had to renounce that. I contemplated the possibility of what others would think once this news came out? How would they react? Would they believe it? Would I be judged?
"We have no way of knowing how your Taniel will react to this all."
If I knew my false father to be anything, it was a short fuse. The simplest things could set him off if one wasn't careful. I was always very careful to tip-toe around him in my early years—the same years where my mother and him were struggling relationship-wise. It was so different seeing Orion though, his demeanor was the complete opposite of Taniel's.
My true father's expressions and personality reminded me of a gushing waterfall—mesmerizing from afar, but terrifying the closer one would step towards it; though it posed no threat other than its intimidating size and sound, it was something that was constantly admired regardless of the time and place.
"Snoh!" Scholar Gah called out again and I yelped.
She arched her eyebrow at me suspiciously and I sighed deeply, running my hands over my face in a tired motion. "My apologies, Scholar." I apologized sincerely.
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"Perhapssss the material is far to sssstrainning for Ssssnoh." Ivo, who was wrapped around my neck and shoulders, suggested as her tongue slithered in and out of the mouth of her small head.
