To Kill A King

Chapter II

Chapter II:

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't able to skip my last day of lessons the next day. Trust me, I tried. I had succeeded in avoiding my professor for most of the day, but he caught me around five, and literally dragged me to the classroom.

I have been here for at least 3 hours. My lessons usually weren't this long, but because I skipped my lesson yesterday, my professor was making it extra long today.

Update: I was bored as hell and I was starving.

"I don't see why I have to learn this stuff over and over," I complained, groaning loudly as my belly began to rumble. "I know the history of Arcadia like I know the Mac catalog."

"You don't," Professor Ryland said. He was a patient man. He had to be if he was going to be able to teach any of the Hart children anything.

Ryland had to be well over forty, but he didn't look any older than a twenty one year old. He had dark brunette hair and pretty, amber eyes.

"I do." After you turn 18, you no longer have to go lessons. All of my siblings were already over 18, so I was the only one that had to go to lessons.

"What's the lifespan of a wolf?" he asked.

"250 years. We age slower than humans." He nodded.

"What is the Magna Venationibus?" he quizzed.

"It's when a few humans in North America discovered the existence of our kind and began hunting us. Magna Venationibus literately translates to "Great Huntings."

"In what year did this occur?"

"1859."

"What happened after the Magna Venationibus?"

"My great great great-I don't know how many greats- grandfather was a rich farmer and he owned land on Arcadia, so he used one of his boats to sail everyone to Arcadia and the group of wolves crowned him King and they all lived happily ever after."

"Not quite," Ryland replied, causing me to roll my eyes. "There was much work put into this island. First, we had to make sure that there were no humans here, and then we began to build-"

"Lamia, which is now our capital," I interrupted. "I know. I've known since I was five."

Ryland smiled slightly. "What are Arcadia's national languages?"

"Latin and English, of course. I speak them both fluently."

"Trust me, I know. I'm the one who taught you how to correctly speak both."

"Okay, then why are you asking me these questions if you know I know the answer?" I demanded, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs.

"First, loose the attitude. And I'm just making sure that you know everything. This is your last lesson, so this will be the last time I ask you these questions, and as a princess and a future member of the Arcadian Court, you're expected to know the answer to all of my questions."

"Well I know them." Ryland started talking to me, but I blocked him out, and pulled out my compact and lip gloss out of my Louis Vuitton bag. I opened the compact and applied a generous amount of gloss to my lips. Well, I was until Ryland snatched the compact out my hand. "What the fuck, Ry?"

"Watch your mouth," he snapped. "It would do you some good to learn some manners."

I clenched my jaw and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm telling Daddy."

"Goddess, I don't have time for this today," he muttered, staring up at the ceiling as if the Great Goddess herself was going to swoop down from the heavens to come save him from a bratty princess.