”I think it’s best if you stayed out of my way, yeah?”

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soon to be crowned the title, “queen of South Asia,” had it’s pros and cons. It got you into a good academy to help study manners and find a husband, it helped you to expand your learning and make new friends, but it also caused you to make new enemies and embarrass yourself.

EIA, Eirene International Academy was a school set for those royal. those wealthy, those important, those special. a school designed to teach wifely skills and husbandly duties. a school designed to separate the upper wealthy and the lowly poor. you, may not have been the wealthiest, but you were definitely special.

you were accepted to attend due to the fact that you were soon to be crowned. very, very soon. your mother and father needed you to find a suitable husband as quickly as possible, which led you to here.

though, your experience wasn’t going as you had thought. not at all.

the coronation ball was the first time you’d seen anybody at this school yet, other than your maids and the custodians. everybody dripped richly with diamonds and gems and makeup. it was a wonderful sight. standing in your tanned orange gown, your hair in a lowly braid and your hands decorated in jewels you’d had since a child, you sauntered toward a table with what looked like a group of friends.

you paused a moment, looking everyone over before you’d spoken up,

“First coronation ball?”

you’d smiled sweetly, trying to come off as nothing but kind. some of the girls sipped on their drinks and moved away from you, almost looking scared. you weren’t scary, were you?

“a poor? how sad. do you need coins for a new gown?” a voice mocked you, your eyes furrowing as you looked around.

some of them laughed, some of them moved further away.

one person in particular. a male. tall. built. brunette. eyes as strong as a hawk and lips as soft as cashmere.

“Do you think you can waltz in here and speak to us?”

his pinkish lips met a champagne glass, rather confusing you.

“Pardon?”

“We don’t associate ourselves with the lesser poor.” he cleared his throat, setting down his glass.

“So.. I think it’d be better if you stayed out of both my sight and my way, yeah?”

he gave you one judging look, before walking straight past you, leaving you alone.