Blossoming Revenge

Part Two (Edited Ver)

"On The Move"

\Casper's POV/:

There was a brief time of rest when I was dropped off at a penthouse for the night, the walk into the building was sending chills up my spine, the cold breeze practically shaking the trees. When I entered the room, it was filled with a bunch of specialized gift baskets for me to snack on, or to make the room feel more home-like, so it's probably from my mother. But the resting period was short-lived before I had to go back to driving in that damned polished car. Sure, it wasn't the worst thing that could be happening since it was technically a luxury car, but damn being in the car for hours made you sore in ways you didn't think you could be.

As we pull up to the academy, huge shiny buildings are everywhere. The sidewalks aren't too packed yet since people of higher status are allowed to come earlier than everyone else, probably for safety reasons imputed in the past few years. We slow down in front of what seems like the main building before stopping; guards of mine gather outside the car door and escort me towards the huge doors. There was already a line, as we walked past a bunch of people either looking to figure out who needed that many bodyguards or grimacing at the fact that I'm a royal. My bodyguards grab my schedule for me, refusing to let me touch anything, it gets shoved into a manila folder before we start walking back out of the room.

On our way out I got a much better view of everything, and the cleanliness of everything, I also noticed quite a few trophies in cases everywhere, including photos and mini-biographies explaining what donors did for the school. On a special section of the wall, there was a memorial in commemoration of all the lives lost in the assault that happened a few years ago. I didn't see much information on the lower-ranked people who were murdered, but there sure was a lot on the higher-ranked members of their kingdom. I always found it odd when it was brought up, I myself saw those statistics in paperwork and there were definitely more people of lower rank that died, but that was kept under lock and key.

Attempting to get back in the car was less of a hassle than I'm used to on my guard's part, it was odd but welcoming. I wasn't handed my schedule until we got back to the dorm buildings, I was told that people of a higher societal rank also got their special area for dorms since people have tried some horrible stuff before, so a lot of precautions have been put in place in more recent years. As I stepped out of the car some of the guards grabbed my belongings.

"Sir Casper, your other belongings will be brought here very soon, but I hope these will do you fine until then." One of the bodyguards speaks clearly but respectfully.

I look at them and give a curt nod before continuing to walk into the pristine blue building. The sidewalk was oddly clean, is that even a thing that happens? I find out my room is essentially a penthouse on the top floor that has some extra security, my father obviously doesn't want to take any chances. We hop in the elevator, it's bright and has a healthy hum to it, the guards mumbling to each other around me make some comfortable background noise and I finally start to relax my shoulders.

Once we get to the room and my stuff gets dropped off, I grab my things and bring them to my room, it's horribly bland with basic white everything and some curtains hanging from the windows. I start with my necessary clothes and empty them into the dresser, the majority of it was comfy clothes, there were some jeans and shirts, along with some vests in case it's a little colder that day. then I move to my toiletries, some hand and full-sized towels, and the obvious soaps and conditioners. I also grabbed my robe to shove in there before loading it all in my arms and trying not to trip and die getting it to the bathroom. I managed to get in and out of the bathroom a couple of times without slipping but I kept slamming my knee against the cabinets, so that's fun.

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Outside's dark now, a light dusty mix of clouds and stars in the sky making my brain settle a little, I've always been a night owl person. I look at the clock I set up on my wooden nightstand, it says 11:02, which means I need to hurry into bed soon so I can wake up early to prepare for the new school schedule. My bed is already made with my expensive sheets and comforter, and my fluffy blankets are already warmed up so all I need to do is get some sleep clothes on and comb my hair out. I plop my body down and cuddle under my blanket before getting a weird feeling, almost like something crawling up my spine. Then I see something through my window glowing, purely white, blindingly even. I stand up to look at it, stumbling and trying to gain my balance. Once I reach the window I collapse, and suddenly my entire body feels weak and limp. My vision starts to go dark and starry, much like the night sky. 'At least I have my blanket around me still.' is the last thing I think before blacking out and violently thudding against the floor.

my bad for the shorter chapter, but I felt like this was a good place to stop.

Word Count: 994

Have the day you deserve :)