He dressed quickly, the sleek, dark Lyceum uniform sliding over his skin.
He looked over at himself in the full-length mirror. He ran a hand over his smooth jaw. Still no beard. He sighed dramatically. "One day," he muttered to his reflection. "One day I'll look as formidable as I feel."
When he left his bedroom and descended the stairs, the house was quiet, the others likely occupied in their own wings. He found Ysmeine waiting for him in the living area, a warm, proud smile on her face.
"There you are," she said softly. "Ready for your big day?"
He nodded, a confident grin spreading across his face. "More than ready. If my first day didn't bother me, I don't think the second time will be any different. In fact, I think it's going to be more fun." He responded.
