Not Giving Into Fate

45- Training yards

In Milo's study, we are both doing our own things. Milo is currently surrounded by large piles of papers, things he needs to sign off on. This time of the year is when all the different programs have their own projects that need to be approved by the Grand Sorcerer. My field is small in comparison, so we usually only have one or two projects that are quickly approved. Other fields have a lot more workers so sometimes there could be 50 projects happening. Milo has to go through each one of them and approve, decline or give a different suggestion.

I'm currently going through his books on translation, later meeting with a translator of mine to finish translating the curse. I keep looking over my shoulder to look at Milo. He's young, only a few years older than me. He's handsome, I guess, if you ignore the bags under his eyes, his eccentric style of dressing and perpetual messy hair. I'm sure if he does get very close with Lady Warren, she will fix his disaster of a closet and he will look much more presentable.

"What?" He asks, not even looking up from his scribbling.

"Nothing," I sing out and turn to face him more forwardly. "Well... not nothing. I was hoping you can do a favor for me."

Milo looks up at me, eyebrows raised in my direction. "You're one of the few people I like in this world, you know if I can do it I will. What's up? Is this about the Crown Prince?" He stops his scribbling and sits up in his seat, stretching his arms over his head from his hunched posture.

I shake my head while levitating the books I've captured to settle in the air around me, dancing them around in the air to avoid getting to the weird point. "No it isn't about him. It's actually about a new friend of mine. Do you remember Lady Warren?"

"Who?" He asks, snapping his fingers and the books stop moving and settle onto the nearest table. I look at him, shaking my head at his horrible memory of people.

"Lady Warren. She owns the estate where I was poisoned. You pushed her around while I was unconscious." I say, hopefully he'll remember her.

He scratches his chin and nods his head. "What about her? Is she giving you trouble again?"

"No she isn't, she's actually a lot nicer to me now." I say as I walk towards him. I stop in front of his desk and lean against it, pushing a pile of papers to the side. "She's actually planning on making a salon of sorts, only for women to have intellectual conversations. It'll be like a man's salon, but one for women."

"Sounds nice. Where's the favor going?" He asks, raising a brow. "I'm not giving money." He shakes his head and goes back to scribbling.

"She doesn't want money... she just wants to have a meeting with you. She wants to include some of the influential commoners, which has never been done in a salon, and she wants your input seeing as you opened the Academy doors to the common folk."

"Tell her to go to some other person. I'm busy." He scoffs. "I don't entertain young girls."

"Will you entertain young, pretty girls if they find you handsome?"

Milo's hand cramps and his pen harshly scratches the width of the paper, ruining it, and the ink bleeds all over the paper. He freezes, absorbing the information before looking up at me. "What?"

"Well, she told me you were 'very easy on the eyes' as she smiled and blushed like a woman in love." I lean towards him with a smile. "Look, she's free from her fiancé, no longer being pushed around by her cousin and she now has the ability to do more, to be more. Noble women aren't known for being intellectual, but a lot of us are. She wants to create the space for us to be freely independent and outstanding. I admire her for that."

"Lady Warren... didn't I push her around and act rudely?" He leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. "Why would she say I'm 'easy on the eyes'?"

I leap off of the desk and walk to him. I grab him by the shoulders and push him to stand before making a mirror materialize before us. I take off his long cloak and use magic to push his hair back. I use more magic to make him wear nicer clothes that actually fit him and use magic to clean up that beard of his.