Demitrius Preston
Demitrius scribbled down a few things on a paper before handing it to his valet. His valet skimmed over them before putting them into the sleek, black ledger. Demitrius looked over another paper. It was about the how one of the Prestonβs shops recently shut down because of a riot that happened in the city. His eyebrows creased and he handed it to his valet.
βSend that to my father as soon as we reach the academy.β He said. He rubbed his creased brows. βAnd make sure that he gets it before those fools mess up something else.β
βOf course, my lord.β
Demetrius looked outside the window. Hopefully this academy nonsense wouldnβt be a complete waste of his time.
Approachable
Jacob Farrell
βYou wereβ¦taking a nap?β Jacob couldnβt believe what he was hearing. He suddenly felt extremely embarrassed. He had actually though that he was a zombie for a second there.
He tossed the stick away as he stood there awkwardly. βSorry, I didnβt mean to insult you. I just thought thatβ¦β He trailed off as he realized that the person was holding a case in his hand.
Jacobβs eyes lit up. βAre you a student as well?β He asked.
This could be his chance at finally making a friend. He just hoped that he hadnβt scared him off by thinking that he was a zombie.
@LTea - Oscar Xian
Alessandra Winchester
Aless felt flattered and her smile grew. βWhy thank you, Lord Rosencratz. Iβm not actually a princess though, but I do get that alot.β
βIβm a Countess. Why did you suspect that I was from Cynaria?β
@AtlasFlameAi - Anthony Rosencratz