❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
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"Fuck off."
"I have left you to fend for yourself for two days now. No more," Seraphine argued, banging the door incessantly. "And enough with the swearing already, Lee, there are children around."
Lysandra scoffed from the other side of the door. "Children? I haven't seen a single kid since the day I was dragged here. Oh, of course, you consider yourself one, no?"
"Aye, fucktard, don't you want to get ready for your coronation as the princess? A ball is thrown just for you, for heaven's sake!" Maevis hollered, blatant ignoring the manners she had been taught since she was an infant.
Lysandra finally clicked the door open with a sigh, showing herself to her cousin after almost two days. She had scampered away from Celeste, to her chambers like the recreant that she was. Nutrition was a useless issue with her being neck deep in a plethora of thoughts, buzzing in and out of her. Sprouts of fire managed to escape her hands and slightly burn her clothing and the edge of the carpet she was seated on. Her skin, however, was succumbed to no harm at all apart from the slight burn that she felt when it was exposed to her power for an extended period.
To say that she was terrified would be an understatement. Her tears were all drained out and her emotions, all tucked away safely. Her secrecy, her unwillingness to admit to her feelings always pushed her into a blackhole each time and yet, she refused the pleasure of having someone close to share her everything with and for a good reason as well. After Celeste dropped several visions into her head, her rationale justified itself and she sighed, having made the right decision. She could not leave Athens and staying was proving quite difficult with each day, almost eating her up.
"Good grace." Seraphine bundled Lysandra in her arms as the blonde struggled, trying to push her cousin away, whose brute strength seemed to make her task arduous. "You are such an idiot, Lysandra! What do you think of yourself?"
Maevis rolled her eyes, obviously exhausted of everyone fawning over the new princess. She couldn't fathom how extra people would be and to what lengths they would go the just gain her attention in the ball to be hosted soon. The brat was in for a gruelling ride, she thought, mirthfully.
"I can quite literally burn the life out of you, dear cousin. You should keep away from me and so should everyone," Lysandra argued as Seraphine laughed out loud.
"Oh, your magus isn't that skilled yet. It takes time and patience to gain mastery over it."
"How would you know how my power works?" the steely eyed said, rather rudely.
"Calm down. It's all the same, you see. It's all in the mind."
The first time Lysandra had seen her magus was a hazy memory in the back of her head, the one hidden under a tide of vernacular other emotions and she would rather spend time with strangers in the ball than go back to those dreadful times. Having made a decision, she diligently nodded, following Seraphine who was a little too pumped up since she agreed on going out to the dressmakers to get prepped for the evening, much to Lysandra's dismay.
