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"Excuse me?! You want me to do what?" She asked in disbelief.
"Do you even know who I am child?" he asked in a quiet voice. She bit back her words as the truth threatened to burst from her lips. No. S-she didn't want t-to know. She didn't care. Not now. S-she just can't!
"Ah. Still in denial. You really leave me no choice," he muttered, a shadowy hand disappearing into the cloak to rub his chin.
"You will attend Helvitti Academy. You will not tell anyone what has transpired with your family. Until you accept it, you are not able to take your true place and truly know who I am."
She stared dumbfounded as he gave her his back. Rosalinda watched as the shadows burst from him, circling around him like a typhoon. He paused before turning his cloaked head to face her.
"I am quite disappointed Dumu-mi," he added, sadness pouring from him. She felt her heart shredding in her chest as such simple words. Why? His words meant nothing. Rosalinda wasn't going to let them make her cry. She hated the feeling of wanting to please people, to make them happy. Look where it got her with her family. Nowhere. Welp, there was no use of crying over spilt milk. She finally focused on her surroundings, and she gaped in shock at the jet black floors, walls, and ceilng. Was she in some sort of huge cube? There weren't even any windows! How did she get here? Where was Cyriac?! She turned in circles, hysteria turning her mind into a mush, panic clawing in chest and up her throat. H-how would she get out of here?!
"Come love, we must get your things settled for school. Just think of it as a place for self-discovery, a place to learn about your abilities and to harness them." She jerked at his presence, happiness pouring from her at seeing a familiar face. This man meant the world to her. There were no words, to describe the elation, happiness and wholeness she felt whenever he was with her. She really didn't understand their strange relationship, but whenever she gaze into his sea-green eyes, she lost herself. She could see the disappointment reflected in his eyes too, and that just made her feel like crap.
Rosalinda blinked slowly at Cyriac as he opened the door, gently pushed her in the room, while promising to return soon. She rolled her eyes at his excuse to go speak with monster Mori. Her eyes flickered around the space, staring at the dramatic dark gothic styled furniture.
"Looks like it belongs in the twelfth century." She muttered moving towards the enormous king size bed. The four poster bed was imposing, a rich red elaborate spread covered the bed, while pillows in shades of reds, blacks and silvers decorated the top. Her eyes slid over to opulent dressers and furniture. These chairs couldn't be that comfortable.
