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Catherine's Pov.....
After Duke Alexander of Ravenswood dismissed the class, the students rose from their seats, and the room buzzed with chatter. I gathered my belongings, my mind still focused on the lesson. The intricacies of magical theory lingered in my thoughts, making the world around me seem distant, almost muted.
Just as I was about to leave, a voice broke through my reverie. “Hello, Princess Catherine,” a girl said with a warm smile. I turned to see a graceful figure standing before me. “I’m Lady Arabella of Everly. I wanted to introduce myself.”
I returned her smile, though a bit cautiously. “It’s nice to meet you, Lady Arabella.”
Before I could say anything more, another girl joined us. “I’m Lady Isabella of Ravenswood,” she introduced herself. “You made quite an impression today. It’s not every day we meet someone as… elusive as you.”
I forced a polite smile, feeling the weight of the unspoken questions in her words. “Thank you, Lady Isabella. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
One by one, more students approached me. **Princess Eleanor of Estoria** greeted me with a cool but respectful tone. “I’ve heard much about you, Princess Catherine. We’ve all been curious to meet you.”
**Lady Cecilia of Harrington** added with a soft laugh, “Indeed, you’ve been a mystery to us all. I imagine life at the castle must have been... unique.”
I nodded, trying to hide the unease building within me. “It was,” I answered simply, unsure how much of myself I wanted to reveal.
Then, a group of young noblemen stepped forward. **Lord Theodore of Whitmore** gave a courteous bow. “Princess Catherine, I’m Lord Theodore. It’s an honor to meet you.”
Beside him, **Lord Frederick of Ashbourne** nodded in agreement. “We look forward to seeing your skills in the upcoming magical classes.”
I nodded in acknowledgement, appreciating their politeness despite the scrutiny I felt under their gaze.
**Lord Sebastian of Montrose** approached next, his expression relaxed but his eyes sharp. “Quite the introduction today, Princess Catherine. I’m sure we’ll see more of your talents soon.”
As I responded with a polite smile, I noticed the last figure to approach—a young woman with a piercing gaze. **Princess Beatrice of Langley**. Unlike the others, there was no warmth in her eyes, only a cold, calculating look.
“So, this is the famous Princess Catherine,” Beatrice said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I must say, for someone who’s been hidden away for so long, you certainly know how to draw attention.”
Her words stung, but I refused to let it show. “I’m here to learn, just like everyone else,” I said calmly, meeting her gaze with unwavering resolve.
Beatrice’s smirk deepened, and she gave a small, mocking nod. “We’ll see about that.”
The tension between us lingered as the bell rang, signalling the end of the break. Slowly, the students began to disperse, heading off to their next classes. I let out a quiet breath, relieved that the moment was over.
Just as I exited the classroom, I accidentally bumped into someone. Startled, I looked up to apologize and found myself face-to-face with **Prince Edward**. The air seemed to be still for a moment, and I felt that familiar tiny connection—something unspoken yet undeniable. It always happened when we crossed paths, like an invisible thread tugging at my senses.
“Excuse me, Your Highness,” I mumbled, flustered by the sudden encounter.
Prince Edward looked at me for a moment, his expression curious. “Are you heading to the next class as well?” he asked, his voice calm but friendly. And just call me Edward, “Prince Edward”, sounds too formal”, he said
I blinked, signifying okay. Momentarily caught off guard. “Yes, I am. I... I wasn’t sure where it was, though.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I’m headed there too. I can show you the way.”
Relieved by his offer, I nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Pri...., sorry Edward l mean.”
Together, we walked through the corridors, the silence between us comfortable yet charged with an unspoken connection. I couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him, wondering about the mystery that surrounded him. Who was he? Why did I feel this strange pull every time we crossed paths?
As we approached the classroom, he held the door open for me. “After you, Princess Catherine.”
I stepped inside, feeling both grateful and more intrigued by him than ever before. One thing was becoming clear—Prince Edward was more than just another royal. And whatever connection we shared, it was only the beginning.
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Catherine( The Chosen One)
Фэнтези"Being a princess is not as easy as some may think, especially for Catherine Walker. At 17, she was admitted to the Royal Academy, a prestigious school reserved for royals and nobles. Having spent her entire life hidden behind the castle walls, she...
