Meet Park Sparrow, a feisty and reckless outcast who's just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world. Except Park is the Princess of Cimeria, a potential heir to one of the last monarchies in the world. All her life, Park has known nothing but po...
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also, another mild retcon: the blackwell corps. are now: the blackwell guard
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The taste of champagne and sugar was still on my lips.
Reluctantly, my eyelids fluttered open, and immediately I winced at the bright sunshine streaming through my bedroom's gauzy white curtains. My forearm came up to rest over my brows, providing a brief but much needed reprieve in the shadow it provided.
My other hand smacked around my bedside table until it finally gripped my phone. The time flashed on the screen: ten a.m.
This is a first.
The entire Sparrow clan were, unfortunately, early birds. Talk about nominative determinism. Even extended family couldn't escape the habit, though Elijah's morning routine was largely due to the standard operating hours of a coffee shop. As for me, my circadian rhythm had been Pavloved since I was ten, courtesy of my mother, who would spritz me with a plant mister if I wasn't up by seven-thirty.
A lady rises with the sun and retires with the moon, she'd say -- or something equivalently stupid.
And yet, even Giselle Sparrow herself couldn't resist the comfort of sleep on a Sunday morning after a party.
I wondered if Logan was still asleep.
Without thinking much about it, my fingers moved to my lips, hovering, afraid to move them too close lest they'd brush away the remnants of sugar I swore was still on my skin.
Knowing him, Logan was most definitely awake. He was always one of the earliest students to arrive at the academy. It made retaliation against him very difficult. How was one supposed to swap out a set of textbooks in a locker for older editions if the owner was always there before you?
It took a whole month of training myself to wake up earlier and earlier by increments of fifteen minutes to finally board a bus that got me to the academy first. Ah, but the look of utter confusion on Logan's face when he'd been asked to read a passage from his English textbook that no longer carried the assigned text made it worth it -- and how red he'd gotten when he had to tell the professor he wasn't prepared.
