'I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean?'
Little bubbly Saskia Barlowe would follow her twin brother to the ends of the earth even if that includes entering Basgiath War College where death were as common as saying 'hello'. Saskia onl...
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★ ꜱᴀꜱᴋɪᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ★
"Sorrengail." The pink-haired woman spits out Violet's surname as if it were spoiled milk on her sensitive tastebuds as her eyes squint down at my friend with disdain.
My teeth sink nervously into my bottom lip, chewing on it- such a bad habit that I need to get out of.
That's an issue for another day.
The second-year woman had the same rebellion markings as Garrick and Xaden so... I suppose I can understand why she would harbour such overwhelming resentment towards Violet.
But it's not Violet's fault for her mother's actions so she shouldn't be the punching bag for these marked ones.
During breakfast, Violet and Rhiannon both had to enlighten me further about the marked ones and the history of the rebellion six years ago, I was basically like an ignorant toddler absorbing all the newfound information like a sponge.
I probably should have paid more attention to my studies back home or at least some town gossip about the rebellion.
I shake my head, brushing off the memory as my attention returns to the sparring mat.
"You really should dye your hair if you don't want everyone to know who your mother is. You're the only silver-haired freak in the quadrant." The second-year girl scowls venomously, sizing Violet up as she glowers down at her like a starved wolf licking its chops when it smells something appetising.
I feel a chill crawl up my spine at the malicious glare, dread and concern swirling together in the pit of my stomach as my foggy blue hues bounce between the pink-haired woman and my friend who might just be sent to an early grave.
I mumble an inaudible prayer for Violet's safety while my soft brows pinch together before Ridoc slumps his burly and mildly disgusting sweaty arm around my shoulders in a poor attempt at comfort.
"Never said I cared if everyone knows who my mother is. I am proud of her service to protect our kingdom from enemies both without and within." Violet firmly retorts, her voice not wavering at all as they both circle one another on the sparring mat.
I can almost hear the crackle of lightning between the two from the sheer intensity hanging heavy in the air.
"You bitch." The taller and clearly formidable dragonrider curses as she seethes with a barely bridled wraith, Violet keeps her mouth sealed shut as she only focuses on reading pink-haired woman's body language.
I linger at the edge of the mat, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum that wouldn't stop while my stomach twists in knots at the woman's hostility.
