Ruthanne Georgeson High

💎 •Replicas of the Whilom•

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| Dedicated to ade_nikeh |

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          Everything in the auditorium was just as it was hours ago.

Except for slight modifications.

The air for one, held no rigidness and the brisk comportment as earlier; the students were still reveling in their exotic air and class, but in a light and playful manner, and the hall was illuminated in fierce, sun rays.

The Ruthanners' bitchiness was the only thing radiating in its strongest glory.

Bitchiness and glory—sassy and creamy: a combination peculiar to only the rarest of their royalties, even to the lowliest of Ruthanners.

"Ow!" Tara cried out, watching with a shocked expression her flavored drink knocked to the floor and spilled a trail of drops.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" The girl she'd bumped into, a newly enrolled royal,  spunned around and darted to her knees to save the remains of the drink. "I'm so sorry. Here..." She stood up, thrusted the cup drink to the older Ruthanner.

Tara gave her a once-over, face contorted in disapproval and despisement. She slapped the girl's wrist away and pushed past, went on her way.

Every bubbliness and brightness puffed out of the new girl's face like a balloon that's been punctured. She had the rare opportunity of running into a high-ranking jewel - like every new students wished for - and she blew it up. Now she was sure she was a blacklisted face on whatever unseen log of the high royals, another thing any new royal desperately hoped to avoid. They weren't really alienated from the Gems' Empire, they had older siblings, friends and parents who were, are students and have business dealings with Ruthanne Georgeson, and its founder—Eamon. They had inkling ideas as to the stuff going on at Ruthanne.

It was like a Kingdom; no it was a Kingdom, among the students only and things were run exactly like an empire - with a King, Queen, Chiefs, Guards, Warriors, a Messenger, and so many other titles. Students go on exile, get coronated, were sentenced, and made to appeal for a crime and latching onto an immune royal through a crooked or honest way, was the only way to sail through the system. The greatest rule however, etched subconsciously into the minds of the students (subjects in the Kingdom) was not to get expelled.

Ren has always been implicitly acknowledged as the King, but he paid no mind to any of the bureaucratic shenanigans going on at the school, and Morgan therefore was the fill in; the acting King. Renee was the Queen, no it was a position that a non or related blood could hold.

The Diamond, the second ranking in the system, was ruled by a Princess - Ivie - and her group of "counsels". The Diadems and the Diamonds wielded the most power, and were all together in a different status from the remaining three ranks.

Odetta waltzed across the platform, alighted onto the first step and stopped on the second. She began pacing its length as all attention from the students—holding their breaths and immobile like a mannequin—were paid to her.

She stopped, sharp and began her address abruptly.

"Welcome. Royals and commoners," she started with a smirk. "If I were you, I'd wipe that scrunch off my face. Why are your brows creasing? Because I said commoners? Yes, you heard right. You think everyone of you is fit to be a royal Ruthanner?" She chuckled and continued. "Who knows where you're coming from hmm?  Who knows what your intentions are? -" . . . "-to spy? Blackmail? To wreck havoc and leave some damages? We won't allow that. And that is why we are putting a test to you all. All new students."