“Blake is just fine, your honor,” I replied and more gasps filled the hall.
Adolph nodded once.
“No, I don’t have an urge to kill her. I think you need to recheck your research.” I looked at Duclin.
“Still, just to be on the safe side, I’m not lifting that sentence. You will abide by my decision.”
“Your decision is horse-shit!”
More gasps filled the air. “Blake!” Dad hissed.
“If I wanted to kill her, I would’ve killed her on the other side of the wall, or better, let Malcolm Cooper do that for me when he sabotaged our plan the first night to get her home. I wouldn’t have left to get her back. She is my only chance to be good, to become light and not give myself to the darkness that will destroy my world and the human world. So yeah, your decision to keep us apart is horse-shit.”
I got up and walked out of the building. No seizing order came from one of them.
Elena was nowhere to be found. They’d already left, and I grunted in frustration, punching the nearest tree.
Master Longwei reached me. “You don’t want to kill her?”
I sighed and looked at him. “No, I don’t. But I have an urge to kill Duclin and his hold he claims to have with important decisions.”
Master Longwei chuckled. “Between you and me, Adolph was always one of my favorites. A man with brief words, but when he speaks, you know he means every single one of them.”
“You know the reason he was so smitten with Queen Catherine?”
“She was a favorite of many. The woman was beautiful.”
I chuckled and shook my head.
“It was only you she didn’t like so much, and we all know the reason behind that now. So I guess we will never know how she felt about you.”
“Pity, I would’ve loved to discover the real queen everyone keeps telling me about.”
“Let’s go back, your father is going to be in there for a while.”
I nodded and followed him to the carriage.
ELENA
The following day,class started. I didn’t know why Lucian attended Dragonia, as he had everything he needed here. I guessed it had to do with friends and being part of a normal environment.
I had three lectors, that they called professors. One was an old woman, Professor Dumphreys. She had gray hair that she took up in a neat bun. Specs lingered on her long, defined nose. She had the brownest eyes, almost honey color and a permanent scowl on her face. Even when she smiles. She loved natural colors, skirts and blouses and smelled like a library. I found her staring many times at me, which creeped me out.
The other two, Professor Wick and Professor Baileaf, were the complete opposite of each other.
Professor Baileaf was short and round around the middle with a wig, but I pretended I didn’t know about it. He had this annoying saying after each sentence; ‘you get my meaning, princess’. I wished he could drop the princess part, but no matter how much I begged, the word popped from his lips.
The last professor was Professor Wick. He was tall and skinny and had this eagle type of nose, with thin lips.
He tied his hair up in a neat pony behind his neck. The guy loved brown pants and white button shirts with suspenders.
Dumphrey lectured subjects like science, potions and spells. I’d never been great at science and sucked at potions. Spells were in Latin and the words were so hard to pronounce correctly. She told me I needed to ask magic permission first so that my spells and potions could work. Her classes were hard and gave me headaches.
Wick covered anatomy, geography and Bonds and Dents.
Anatomy was fun as I learned everything about beasties, how they were put together, and about Dragonians. How magic enhanced our normal human bodies. Geography was all the countries in Paegeia, even Etan, which was where I was born. Bonds and Dents were everything about Dragonians and Dragons and how they co-exist with one another. Dents, the word that I didn’t know, was about their bonds, a very special bond, meaning that a Dragonian found the beasty that belonged to them. It wasn’t one that carried the same abilities as them, which was dubbed a normal bond. No, this beasty was created just for that Dragonian. Something similar to soul mates. There weren’t a lot of dents, and it was something that the people of Paegeia deemed as rare. The beasties even have their own law that is like high up on the lists of laws. They get all sorts of wavers if they kill in order to defend their rider. When that dragon is part of a dent, it was an entire new law.
Baileaf lectured Arithmetic and History. He was the professor that taught me about my parents and the first time that I saw a picture of my father, my throat became super dry.
