I refused the crown prince's proposal because I'm gay!

Chapter 7

You know how a teacher will assign group projects and everyone has to contribute to the work but no one bothers to do it so you end up doing all the work so you yourself don't fail.

That's exactly what the student council feels like. I have to do everything around here.

The student council is basically a practice run for any political nerds that may or may not come into power. For any prince, this is the perfect training ground to prepare themselves for the throne. And what do you know, the crown prince is currently having his frequent "naptimes" across the table. Give it up for our future emperor. I swear if this guy ever comes into power, we're all screwed.

As the top student of our grade and the class representative of the political and mage division of the Genius Society, I should be studying for our next exam, (not that I need to because I'm so smart and pretty.) Not stuck in the student council room writing a speech.

I mean I do write pretty good speeches but that doesn't mean that I should because some womanizing scumbag refuses to take his duties seriously.

Scratches of the pen can be heard resonating with every tick of the clock. The only thing ruining the harmony is the obnoxious snoring of the student council president sleeping ever so peacefully across the table. To Blanca, it feels like the prince is mocking her. Maybe she should pray to be born a prince in her next life.

"Hm, I wonder what would happen if I poured boiling hot tea down his ear canal and into his tiny smooth brain." She thought, gripping onto her gold-plated fountain pen so hard it might snap at any moment.

"Lady Blanca" The second prince, Emil poked his head in holding a very convenient tea set, "I brought some tea for you..." His smile drops slightly at the sight of his half brother, "My lazy brother dumped all his work on to you again, didn't he?"

"Insulting the Imperial family's heir won't get you anywhere pleasant." Blanca sighs straightening out her back.

He walks in and sets down the tea kettle of clear glass and silver rims along with matching teacups. "Would this be of use?" He asks suggestively, holding up the boiling hot water.

"Be honest you secretly have mind-reading abilities right?" Blanca asks, staring at the object in his hands, very tempted to take his offer.

"Who knows... maybe I do, we have a mutual understanding when it comes to my disgraceful... brother" Emil replied, pouring lavender tea into Blanca's cup, "Enjoy, it'll help ease your headaches from that bastard."

"Careful what will you do if he overheard your... lovely words," Blanca warned in a sweet tone, still smiling toward Emil.

"My dear." He lifts up his hands, with traces of magic fading away, "You've misjudged me."

"How impressive..." Blanca comments, watching the spell wear off, "Should I tell his highness when he wakes up?"

"Then that makes you my accomplice."

"Accomplice for what?" the manchild asked, groggily wiping his drool off with his sleeve

'Well, that spell wore off sooner than expected. Quick make up some believable bullshit.' Blanca thought, then immediately responded, "Lord Emil was just telling me about the budget for the Knight Department, We need to cut down on the disposable mannequins to fund the wooden swords."

"Oh I see, is that so? I suppose that's acceptable..." Francis stated, yawning and rubbing his eyes

'That actually worked. How could I've overestimated his intelligence.'

"I shall take my leave first, your highness." Blanca gathered her paperwork and headed for the door.

"Where are you heading to?"