Adam Riposte
Adam, by this point, was just blindly following two girls, and as Bronwyn took his hand he had to struggle with the books Lady Puckett had ditched on him, which again were much heavier than they looked. Adam was toned and lithe, he wasnβt a bloody weightlifter!
βExcuse me. Hi, Bronwyn Thompson. I do apologise for our behaviour. It was extremely inappropriate.β
The little lady turned nonchalantly to look at the taller girl before her, complete disinterest written across her childish face. It was jarring actually, how she managed to look like a child but act like a woman three times her age. Adam didnβt like it.
βYou see, this fine man,β
Adam waved
βIs my boyfriend. And we havenβt seen each other in a year. My parents donβt even know he exists.β
He tried to hide his surprise at that suggestion, but willingly went along with it if only to see if Bronwynβs excellent acting could get them off the hook. He never really had girlfriends, more just a long string of people heβd slept with then either never spoke to again or became mutual friends with benefits. The whole relationship thing was more of a joke amongst the Riposte brothers. If you had one, it was destined to fail.
Lady Puckett pushed up her shiny gold spectacles, and a small smirk played at her lips, as she looked between Bronwyn and Adam. She took a moment, her mind probably going through all the many ways she knew that it was a lie, the duchessβ magnificent acting aside.
βLady Bronwyn Thompson of Daegarimn, known for her irrefutable reputation with failed relationships and reckless flings, is dating one Lord Adam Riposte, from the infamous family of Rhytorian cassanovaβs who have one of the longest lists of exposed scandals and illegitimate bloodlines. Forgive me if I struggle to believe such a blatant lie for even a second.β
Straightening her back, her smile faded to that strangely mature serious look that should never be on a sweet little childβs face, and folded her arms as she regarded Bronwyn coldly. βThere is a reason we have those rules in place. Itβs to avoid scandals that might affect the reputation of the Academy, and especially protect Mystveil from any unwanted angry parents. Even if you were telling the truth, you would be wise to keep your emotions to yourself, and your hands off wanted players.β
Adam scowled at that. βHey, my criminal record is completely clean, thank you very much. Itβs the others who have to face adultering chargesβ¦β he mumbled that last bit.
Lady Puckett turned on her heel once more, and continued towards the library. βAs for the artifacts, you will find out soon enough. Follow me.β
Malo Traduro-Gavishea
He smiled to himself. The woods family were one of the few nobles that could reinstate his hope in humanity. βThey are good people. You must be proud.β Better to be remembered as the child of a loving and generous family then a war mongering tyrant. Thatβs not true, he wasnβt a tyrantβ¦ But he did let nobles think stupid things, like women in power needed to have husbands to βkeep them in checkβ. It was something he had hoped Hadrion would sort out once he came into power, but if anything he was just like their father.
βMaybe the nobles should mind their own buisness.β He muttered to himself, glancing off into the distance.
At first Malo chuckled at the mention of just using a spoon, but when she mentioned ruling the kingdom and dealing with noblesβ¦ she covered her mouth, and his smile was gone for a brief moment, because in truth he never really thought about that. Crown Prince meant if anything happened to Hadrion, Malo would be next. Of course, he always knew that, but everyone had done their best to keep Malo out of the way and excluded from any major decisions, so the actual concept had never really struck him. No, nothings going to happen, not to Hadrion. Heβs too cautious. Slowly his smile returned, though it lacked the same humour as before.
βDonβt worryβ¦ Somehow I donβt think thatβs ever going to happen. So long as my brother is on the throne, I wonβt have to deal with anyone snobby or noble.β he winked, chuckling and taking another bite out of the muffin he had picked up. βThese are great, by the way. Compliments to the chef.β