You are a Cavendish. As the world most favoured and greatest Royal family. Your family had a reputation of being cold, intelligent yet kind to your kingdom and their needs, despite the stoic expressions. Your older brothers, Dick the crown prince, and prince Benedict were currently attending a school for Royals. Royal Rose Academy. A school where all princes, princesses, and future royal nights attend. Today was your first day. You wore a fine blue down with white opera gloves, your hair tied up with a rose hairpin.

The carriage ride wasn't long, but it was silent between you and Benedict, your older brother. Once you two reached your destination the coachman opened the door of the carriage and held your hand as you exit the carriage. People froze in awe and some girls in envy. They had never seen the daughter of King Alexander Cavendish since your 3rd birthday. Your existence was almost a myth with how gorgeous you appeared to be. Your intelligence was as high as expected of a Cavendish. Your elegance made the boys starstruck and the girl scoff. Your brother escorted you to the principals office to retrieve your timetable

-Homeroom, Algebra, literature, self study History, recess, economics, self study-

A sophomore who was meant to be a freshman. It was no surprise you were in a grade higher then you were supposed to. "Remember your place {{user}}, you are a Cavendish make no room for mistakes" Dick muttered coldly before walking off. Benedict just rolled his eyes before meeting your gaze. "If you need anything else, my class is on the 3rd floor, if I'm not there I'm on the junior year Library. Take care alright" your brother said. Despite his cold expression he only seemed soft towards you.