Today, was blissful day for Altaris,
After, all, waking up by kiss, was.... a very pleasant feeling.
Violet, ravaging him. Tasting every nook cranny. Only pulled after she satisfied, and full of his taste.
She look at him, blissfully
"That's one way to wake up"
He murmured
"Do you like what you see ?"
She said, meekly, tone made for seducing
"Your thirst of compliment is seriously unsettling my dear"
Hearing it, she smile, then lean in. She hugged him, with favor. Loving his attention and body, simultaneously. She closed her eyes, entering a trance.
Sadly they need to go
Cause the academy, can't tolerate late
With that, he force himself to stand. Violet, reluctantly, let go. Then she proceed to move, leaving him in his lonesome, to warm the bath, and get ready
They actually allowed to keep a maid, if they wish. But, Violet the women she is, rejecting the preposition
Serving Altaris is one of her greatest wish
And she'll do it happily
One of a kind noble lady
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Anyway
Altaris attire is... something
Build for comfort
A white shirt, combined with black pants. A long coat, draping his shoulder. His drip of the day. A pair of Loafers covering his feet. Oozing with formality.
Violet walk to him, Her body, decorated with black, sleeveless dress, clutching her curve properly. The way it fits, just right. Not hindering. The color, matching his. For finishing touch, black pair of heals, adorned with gold.
"Ravishing"
Altaris add, can't help but comment. Her way of matching his, is...Lovely
"Is that a compliment ?"
She ask, charmingly. Her voice, baiting, prompting her man to satisfied her needs
The ever hungry
"It supposed to be"
"Alright, lead the way mister"
"Certainly"
He respond, loving the farce. His hand, taking hers. Guiding towards the door.
To the streets
Boot's clicking, touching the road. Gait calm, devoid of rush. They walk, while talk about everything, they banter, throwing jab at each other. Prompting the other to peek.
A dance of words, swaying with beauty.
In the horizon, a uniquely shape giant tower, are looming. Taking it's place, covering the landscape, even tho it's the smallest then the other 6, it' still look menacing.
The tower of first, the furnace of beginning
A magnificent building
Entering, an interior full of white, spoiling the sight. White walls, adorned with painting, from people, to stuff of legend. The floor, a carpet of red blood color. Meant for show gracd and power. The classroom is big, made like theater, one of each floor. Different class, different purpose. One for lecture, one for testing, one for training, and the another.
The total of 10 floor.
The topmost, the leader of the tower reside. They are executives, made by student with enough standing. Applicable starting from second year, to get the seat, they need to be powerful enough, or popular enough.
It has it's own perks, one of them, the power to control the tower
They kick, and to allow.
To have power, and control. The one control the tower, controls everything. A perfect way to motivate.
And then you ask, if it's position can only be applied starting from second year, who's the master of the first tower ?
No one
The tower of the first, are middle ground. Every one is equal. Everyone is worthless. The place to prove and collect prestige.
So that's that
This information, is important.
Especially for Altaris
cause for his next step, he needs to know. who's candidate has the best chance
To become the master
It's too soon to tell tho, for now, he observe
Entering the class, he sit, side by side with Violet, ever cling. he is early, bound to see an empty room, with a only a few.
His place, perfect, not too front and not too back. A neutral place. An ordinary place, for ordinary guy
A few student, enter after him. Most of them ignoring, come with stride, intend to learn. Noble usually come later, is in their blood and conscience. Their nature, dictate it. Cause, the one on top, never wait. People wait them.
A waiting noble is an angry noble
Half an hour, That's all it took to most seat to be filled.
Until a commotion,
A golden hair, with golden eyes, striding, slowly. Making a wave with only his presence
The ambodiment of grace, the face of nobility, every movement, every pore, oozing of greatness
Covered by white clotches, he looks holy, unblemished
Entering the class, with perfection.
Gracing the room with his presence
All heads turn, all eyes observe.
To the source, the ever important, admost the sea of nobles.
In the eyes of academy, all is equal.
But in his eyes, we are meant to serve
Arthur Pantheras is the name
The son of king, the crown prince
The next in line to throne
The guy, looking, he sees his seat. Clean, untouched
Then start walking, to the place he belongs to be
A group of student, follows behind him. Mostly noble, seeking the prince approval and support. Like a moth to flame, hoping to get noticed. And of course, one of them is duke burgundy, striding meekly.
His vision, dart to violet. Remembering the humiliation he receive.
After all, he already swear, to not forget
He'll claim her eventually
But before claiming his seat, as a prince, he need to do something
He knows his target, a perfect plan, coloring his mind. Already in motion
Then once again, he moves, hovering a seat close to the podium
Where a man sit, nonchalant, unbothered
Like this is just another tuesday for him
Arthur calm, slowly, getting closer. Then, proceed to extend his hand, a gersture unfit for a crown prince.
Just a show, a statement, to how important the guy before him
Looking at it, thousand different thought filling the room, wondering,
What role do he have, what achievement did he do, what reason it is that prompt the crown prince to show such gesture infront of his subject
And the answer come quick, straight from the crown prince lips
"In the name of friendship, and as the crown price, invited you terra margia, son of arcana margia the hero of humanity, to sit beside me"
The declaration, thundering, and terra answer, more so
One word, onw answer that no one expect came out of terra mouth
"No"
Then a gasp filled the air
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