Intrigue

Chapter 4: Home

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"We all bear scars. Mine just happen to be more visible than most."

-Celaena Sardothien, Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas

Chapter 4: Home

"Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine. A hundred." Fiera sighed as she finally set her comb down on the granite counter of the bathroom she shared with a third year. She'd wanted her own room, but apparently that wasn't possible. The only private suite had been given to some brat with more money in her little pinky than Fiera had seen in her entire life.

Fiera reached up and gently stroked her now glossy and silky auburn hair. Under the right lighting, the light brown turned into a gorgeous glowing red. At least, that was what they all told her. Pulling several locks up, she expertly braided them tightly and lashed an air band around the bottom of the braid. She did the same for the other side before pulling the two braids across the back of her head until the air bands crossed. Fiera felt the thin slips of air merging until only one larger air band encircled the bases of the two braids.

Fiera tossed her hair over her shoulders, leaving her neck bare. She was dressed in a low V-neck dress colored a gorgeous silvery violet. Thin seams ran throughout the entire gown, creating strategically placed creases that complimented her curves. It was also cheap-only a couple bronze for this masterpiece.

Fiera snorted in amusement as she turned to leave the bathroom. And that poor man had thought he was the one who came out with the better deal.

Too bad he didn't know that this dress was probably worth at least a thousand crowns-most likely more.

Closing the bathroom door behind her, Fiera glanced around the room. She let out a breath as she made her way toward the door that led out into the hallway. Her roommate was an extremely annoying redhead called Kinky, or Quinley-something along those lines. Either way, she was the worst person to room with.

That girl played heavy rock music at three in the morning. Not at two fifty-nine, or three o-one. She blasted Metallica and Babymetal at full volume at fucking three in the morning.

If that wasn't a sign of psychopathy, Fiera didn't know what was.

Pulling open the door, Fiera smoothed her hands down the front of her dress one last time before stepping out into the hallway. No one was milling around the area, which both irritated and relieved Fiera.

Quietly, just in case there were any late risers, Fiera made her way toward the training car. It was most likely empty, considering that the train would arrive at Primrose Academy in a few hours. Most sane Elementals were probably frantically packing everything that they'd need for the rest of the school year, checking and double-checking their luggage.

The last time a girl had left a precious item on the train, it had returned to her as a pile of ashes.

Fiera had already packed up everything she owned-being that she really couldn't afford much, she didn't have much.