Chapter 17: Was I Betrayed??
ZORY'S POV
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"It's a new dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Yessssss!" I screamed as I hurriedly got ready for classes.
I wasn't late… yet. But I was usually earlier than this.
Still, I slept so well last night.
Love, indeed, is a happy pill.
I am in love.
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The dormitory hallway was quieter than usual—long, with antique paintings hanging on both sides, golden sconces dimly lighting the early morning. Velvet carpet softened my hurried footsteps as I half-sprinted down, trying not to make too much noise. The doors to other rooms stayed closed as I slipped out.
I entered the assembly hall and quickly found a seat.
The room was nothing short of regal—crystal chandeliers dangling from the high ceiling, long rows of elegant seats arranged like theatre pews. Tall, stained glass windows filtered the morning sun into dappled rays. At the front stood the massive royal crest of Guía Real.
I glanced over my shoulder to spot my prince charming.
When I saw him, I beamed the biggest grin I could manage.
Just like every other day, we sat down for the morning assembly in the grand hall.
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There was a special announcement.
An artist—who also happened to be a scientist (or a scartist, as he apparently calls himself... lol)—was visiting today. Apparently, he wanted to test a new app on us and also teach us art.
I'd heard from the others that he usually dropped by for certain departmental classes, never for the entire year group.
But this time?
Everyone was involved.
We were all heading to the art studio.
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The path to the art wing wound through a long, arch-ceiling corridor lined with full-length mirrors and columns. The floor was white marble—quiet but cold beneath your shoes.
We finally reached the art studio.
The doors opened into a wide, airy room with floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, letting in a flood of natural light. Sculptures of past royals, student pieces, and faculty works were displayed on sleek pedestals around the edges of the room. Wooden easels lined the back wall, while in the center, rows of chairs and long benches were arranged in tiers like a half-moon theatre.
It was big. Big enough for a department—but clearly not meant for the entire year group. Each seat was wide enough to fit two, although clearly built for one. Everyone was squeezing in.
As I was still admiring the studio for the second time in my life, I heard a smooth, accented voice call out:
"Royals, get seated quickly."
That had to be him—Monsieur Étienne Lefèvre, the legendary scartist.
He looked exactly how I imagined: sharp features, effortlessly elegant, and somehow both ethereal and intimidating. His tailored suit had an artist's flair, with hints of embroidery that shimmered faintly when the sunlight caught it. The kind of man you feel you shouldn't breathe around.
By the time I'd blinked back to reality, nearly all the seats around me were taken. All except two—both beside the royal twins.
People were probably too intimidated to sit with them.
I could maybe find a spot further back… but why would I?
I mean, I live with them now it's only fair to sit by them.
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As I walked toward them, I heard the unmistakable click of heels behind me—of course, it was Ana, the school president. She'd walked in with Monsieur Lefèvre, so she was only just arriving and didn't have a seat either. She was also clearly headed toward the twins.
I slid into the seat beside my prince, though something about him made me pause. He looked… off. Still uncomfortable being seen with me in public?
I glanced over at the princess, who was seated to his right.
Her freckled eyes flicked toward me with something unreadable—concern? Regret? Guilt?
Then I looked back at the Prince.
His eyes... had no freckles.
Wait.
Didn't I think only he had freckles? Then thought maybe they both did?
Now… I'm not sure anymore.
Still, I sat down. Ana settled beside Danielle, across from me.
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"Hey, how are you?" I asked my prince charming.
"I'm good. How are you?" he said, not exactly radiating enthusiasm.
"Fine… thanks to you." I smiled, trying not to sound too smug. "I had the best night."
Before he could reply—or not reply, rather—Monsieur Lefèvre's voice sliced gracefully through the air:
"Très bien. I'll need everyone to bring out their phones and download an application for this class."
Saved by the bell.
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I rummaged through my bag, my Blazers' pockets… nothing.
My phone wasn't with me and i didn't even have time to drop by my locker. I must've dropped it in the rush this morning.
"Can you please call me?" I asked him. "I can't seem to find my phone."
"Oh. Sure," he said, pulling his phone out. But then, as if something just occurred to him, he added:
"Kindly call your number, please."
Wait… what?
He doesn't have my number??
Did he delete it?
Did I do something wrong?
Is he… amnesic?
"But I thought you have— or rather, had it?" I asked, not doing a great job hiding the storm of irritation brewing inside me.
"Oh, I did?" He blinked. "Ohhh, yeah, I did. I mean—I do! But it's on my other phone. Not this one."
Hmph. I mean… fair. This isn't the phone I typed it into obviously. And he's royalty, makes sense if he has more than one phone. I guess… yeah, I shouldn't worry.
I typed my number in and dialed myself.
Silence.
"I must've left it in my room. I was in a bit of a hurry this morning," I said quickly, hoping to ease whatever tension was building.
"Okay," he nodded, offering a faint smile. "We can share mine."
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Monsieur Lefèvre's graceful voice filled the studio again:
"Bien. I assume we all now 'ave our phones—whether zey were in your pockets, your bags, or even if you had to visit ze locker to retrieve zem. Let us begin. Download ze app: My Personality Animal. Vite-vite, s'il vous plaît."
I watched the Prince download the app and register in mere seconds.
The Wi-Fi at Guía Real was next-level, obviously.
"I assume you all 'ave downloaded ze app and registered, bien sûr."
He paused for dramatic flair, then continued:
"Zis app—invented by moi, naturellement—is designed to determine ze animal zat best matches your MBTI. Surely you all know what MBTI is, non?"
He waited.
The room answered, calm and in unison:
"Oui." (Yes.)
I blinked.
It was so perfectly composed, so smooth, so… synchronized.
My old school could never.
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Monsieur smiled. "Bon. You will each take ze test, generate your animal type, and zen... draw it! You may retake ze test and discard ze first result if you wish. Now, tap 'My MBTI.'"
I looked around as everyone settled into their screens. Once Daniel was done, he passed his phone over to me.
I stared at the glowing screen trying to not feel like it was mocking me.
I clicked Start Test.
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✨ MBTI Self-Perception Quiz
(Choose what feels most true to you deep down)
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1. When making decisions, you mostly go with...
A) Logic — what makes the most sense
B) Emotions — what feels right in my heart [Tick]
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2. You're in a crowd. You feel…
A) Excited and energized
B) A little overwhelmed, I'd rather be somewhere quieter [Tick]
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3. Do you usually speak your thoughts aloud or think them through first?
A) I process out loud, even if it's messy
B) I think and rethink in my head before speaking [Tick]
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4. You believe people are mostly…
A) Out for themselves
B) Trying their best, even if they mess up [Tick]
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5. Plans and structure feel…
A) Comforting. I like knowing what's next
B) Restrictive. I like space to breathe and be flexible [Tick]
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6. When it comes to feelings…
A) I hide them unless I'm really close to someone [Tick]
B) I share them freely and openly
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7. In a group project, you're more likely to be…
A) The leader or organizer
B) The one who brings depth, meaning, or creativity [Tick]
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8. Your mind often drifts to…
A) What I need to do next
B) Daydreams, possibilities, and what-ifs [Tick]
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9. When someone is hurting, you…
A) Try to fix it quickly
B) Sit with them, listen, and try to understand [Tick]
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10. You feel most like yourself when…
A) You're achieving something impressive
B) You're helping someone feel seen or understood [Tick]
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I was done with the first phase of the test
The screen loaded. Then:
💡Likely MBTI Result: INFP – The Mediator
Idealistic, introspective, emotionally rich, creative.
Feels things deeply, loves authentically, and quietly hopes for a better world.
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"I assume we all 'ave taken ze test. Now, beneath zat—tap My Animal," Monsieur's voice rang out again.
"What was your result?" Daniel asked.
"INTP. Yours?" I replied.
"Ohh, same," Danielle chimed in from the next seat.
I hadn't expected her to be listening—but I guess she was.
"ISTJ," Daniel said.
Before I could react, I saw his hand go up.
Monsieur noticed instantly.
"Oui, Your Highness?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Yes, Monsieur," Daniel said calmly, formal.
"My sister here forgot her phone and needs to share. And since my twin here has the same MBTI, she'd like to switch seats with the President."
The words hit harder than they should have.
Was he being formal with me?
Did he just... exile me from his side?
Does he really hate sitting next to me that much?
"Oui, of course," Monsieur said with his usual grace.
Ana stood up and made her way over.
I got up, slowly, and took her spot beside Danielle.
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I shouldn't care this much but i do
Is this…
Is this what betrayal feels like?