>SERAPHINA'S POV<
Seraphina sat on the edge of Ronan's bed with her hands pressed between her thighs. His room was only slightly more spacious than the other apprentice conjurer rooms - it felt incredibly more expensive though. She had to physically restrain herself from giggling when she first walked in and realised that he slept in a bed made for a princess. The room was fitted with many items of luxury; most notably the expensive swords he had hanging on the wall near the bathroom and the expensive chandelier hanging above his bed. Seraphina wasn't surprised to see a large shelf with well organised alcohol bottles.
She felt incredibly uncomfortable as she watched Ronan reach for a cigar on his bedside table. As he raised it to his lips and attempted to light it, she couldn't help but be mesmerised by the way his muscles glided under his skin. It was apparent to her that he was sleep deprived as she watched him struggle to light the cigar, getting more frustrated each failed attempt. Eventually he was successful and turned to face Seraphina after taking a deep breath of smoke.
"Were you able to manifest your energy into magic or did you just feel like you were almost able to."
Seraphina shifted awkwardly as she recounted what she remembered to have happened.
"I changed the way I imagined my well of energy and this time I actually felt its power. You told us the next step was to reach out and touch it to draw it out of us into physical magic, but the second I tried I got knocked out. Did I miss a step?"
Ronan thought for a moment, unmoving. A thin trail of smoke rose from the end of the cigar as he held it between his fingers, momentarily distracting Seraphina from the awkwardness of the situation.
"No, you didn't miss a step."
He sighed and start pacing slowly in front of where Seraphina was sitting.
"As much as I hate to admit it, you have an incredibly strong magic energy aura. No doubt you aren't yet capable of wielding energy of that capacity."
He stop pacing and turned to her, taking another breath of smoke from his cigar.
"In what way did you imagine your energy?"
Seraphina, who'd been fighting the urge to trail her eyes down his chiselled torso, had to think for a moment before answering.
"I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled for once to imagine the well as an ocean - rather than like a bucket or something that resembles a well."
Ronan chuckled towards the end of her sentence and looked up at the roof. This gave Seraphina a moment to shamelessly indulge in his physique, causing her cheeks to feel hot.
"Would you like me to just put a shirt on?"
Seraphina flinched when she realised Ronan had noticed her perving.
How the hell did he see me? His eyes are closed and its almost too bloody dark to see anything in here.
"Yes please."
As Ronan moved to his wardrobe to find a shirt, Seraphina stood up and moved away to the window. As she looked out at the castle gardens and the training field that were visible from Ronan's room, she couldn't help but feel homesick. Jaracha was so much more simple than everything that was happening here. She wouldn't of had to worry about something as trivial as conjuring magic, and she sure as hell never had to worry about being scrutinised by a shirtless man in his bedroom. She wasn't exactly complaining about the latter, but still.
"Did you at least figure out what kind of magic you have?"
Seraphina turned around and shook her head.

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