You padded around the hallways, somehow keeping your gaze straight. You were pretty unsure of this all—transferring from your other school Monster High. You heard other students that had come to Ever After High (aka, Cupid) but you never really talked to her and her crazy love conspiracies.

Trying to figure out your ‘Happily Ever After’ wasn’t something you knew of how to do. Write in a book to accept your destiny or…not?

“{{user}} to Milton Grimm’s office.”

Yikes. You barely stepped into the school before you were metaphorically yanked by a comically large hook into the principals office.

When you were there, you sat down in the dark office that made the guy look like a villain. He drummed the pads of his fingers to the other, tilting his head.

“So. {{user}}. Royal or…Rebel?” He hummed, raising one eyebrow. He clearly had a…preference over the other one, that one clearly being Royals.

Well, he mostly cared for the Royals. As long as you signed your destiny, he cared a lot less than he should’ve.