❝ where do we go from here? ❞
A stubborn Gwendolyn Farris absolutely refused to buy into the story-based choice games her friends were oh so obsessed with. She found them to be pointless and it seemed as though her best friends were choosing them ov...
ace of wands you have the power to create. let your willpower and desire inspire you.
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The next morning, Gwen groggily pulled on the uniform that had been left in her closet. Thankfully, plaid had come back in style, because otherwise, she would look like a hot mess. They had yet to make an appearance, which was somewhat concerning. The thought of Them made her heart race. The multiple incidents of yesterday flashed through her head as she sat down and ate breakfast.
The dining hall was relatively small compared to what one would imagine in a castle. About forty students or so spread themselves out across two long tables. When she had arrived, Esme had saved her a seat next to her on the right side of the table and was as bubbly as usual. Acacia sat at the table next to their's, catching Gwen's eye with a small smile. She smiled back, hoping she seemed somewhat friendly enough albeit the fact she was not a morning person whatsoever.
"So, how did you sleep?" Acacia questioned, digging into her raspberry scone. Gwen gave her a weak smile. "A lot happened yesterday, so overall I was pretty exhausted. I wouldn't say I slept great though."
Esme frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, you looked beautiful, if it's any solace. I was really upset when someone set your dress on fire," she said nonchalantly, causing Gwen to choke on her chocolate chip pancakes.
"What?" Gwen asked with wide eyes, coughing. Esme shrugged. "It was kind of obvious. I mean, think about it. There were no candles next to you, you were next to a window with huge velvet curtains. Also, no offense, but I've gathered that a lot of people don't like you. Especially because you denied a dance from the Prince; what's the word for that again?"
Esme's face grew puzzled. Gwen blinked a few times, trying to process the information. "What even happened after I left?"
"Well, the Prince was most definitely not happy about it. The moment you took your leave, he walked the way he came through, back through the right-wing. The little hot dogs were so good, don't you agree?" Esme asked, taking a sip of her orange juice.
Did he leave? Just like that? Was there not some royal protocol he had to follow? Even if there wasn't what exactly were his motives for leaving? Gwen had heard among the noble ladies that Theo wasn't one for social interaction unless it was an absolute must. That was strange to her; that sounds like the exact opposite of the sarcastic, happy-go-lucky boy she had met in the bookstore yesterday.
A bell chimed, which Gwen could only assume meant that it was time to head to lessons. She shook her head as she stood up. She really did not have time to be thinking about random princes when she had to focus on getting home as soon as possible.
"Jealous! The word was jealous!"
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Gwen's lessons took place in a gorgeous room made entirely of windows. The sunlight spilled inward, leaving the room feeling warm despite the cold weather. Esme and Harrison stood at her sides, looking equally as nervous as she. Their advisor had yet to join them, and it left the trio in complete silence as they pondered on their lesson plans.
