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  Adeline Tritora's POV

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  The only reason I came to this academy was to help my fight for the throne, my father told me and my brother that the person to walk away with the best results would earn the right to the throne. As my fathers first and only daughter it is my duty to inherit the throne and nothing is as important as this duty.

  Until I saw her for the first time, that small meek appearance, bck bangs covering her trembling figure that seems to be blown around with the wind. Her little little stature made me feel weirdly possessive, I didn't understand why I felt this way when she first bumped into me. But now I think I do. I want to protect her.

  ~ An hour earlier ~

  It was the day of the entrance ceremony and as the new years students representative, I was standing still to read the speech I have changed and re-written a thousand times to give me the best chance at winning the superior social standing over my brother. As I was deciding whether the st line was too distant for a student representative to say I felt a small pat from behind. Gritting my teeth.

  I suppose this is a new school so ignorant people have yet to see how truly annoyed I become when approached with touch before words, then I suppose I should set an example with this unlucky fellow behind me. Turning around with a purposefully hateful expression I am dumbfounded to see a small quivering little girl in the same uniform as me. The scent of medicinal herbs and creams stung my nose and wiped the expression off of my face as I looked at the newcomer.

  A small 150cm ish stature, a uniform that seemed to dwarf her figure with bandages covering her pale wrists and upper hands. Bck hair that covered her pale face and eyes that seemed to suck me in. Breaking my concentration I hear a small 's-sorry', and I watch that small figure hurrily walk past me and into the group of students ahead. I watch as she seemingly ignores the people avoiding her and keeps her head down.

  "Im curious"

  I follow along her trail, just far enough so she wouldn't realise if I was seen but close enough for me to see her trembling lips. Is she? In pain? I watch as her head meekly turns to the side as a group of girls unkown to me, prod at her. My heart trembles as the small girl nods her head further down and speeds her pace to walk ahead. Normally I wouldn't pay attention to such a seemingly unimportant side character but for some reason, I feel like I would never forgive myself if I didnt .

  Trailing behind I notice we are arriving at the outer theater, I have already been here before alongside the principal to prepare for my speech so the grand stands and rge stage had little effect on my composure. The girl on the other hand, I watched as she trembled and slowly found a spot to sit down in the stands. Quickly pushing past the masses, I sit within a 5-6 person gap of her and focus my attention on this anomaly peaking my interest.

  The principal arrives and I see her little eyes light up slightly in surprise before they quickly dimmed again as she begun to tremble? Why can't I put my finger on what I find interesting about her? 'umph'... did she just moan? I look away slightly as her uneasy figure hastily gnces around. A small smile reaches my face before I quickly regain my usual aloof expression. She's so interesting.

  'ugHM'

  I look over, and so do the surrounding students. We are all staring at the trembling girl that clearly just moaned. To some it would seem like a pleasure filled moan, however I knew better. The trembling, sweaty face and unfocused eyes clearly pointed to pain. The girl shoots onto her feet and unsteadily starts to scoot past the people next to me before finally passing me.

  I grab her hand.

  Though my hand is quickly shook off I can't stop the small imperceptible smile from creeping up onto my face. I look down at my hand before seeing blood now smudged into the creases of my thumb and palm before my smile freezes. She is bleeding?

  "..- for having me, now some words from our lovely year representative, and first princess of the empire. Her highness Adeline."

  Those words knock me out of my stupor as I stand up and ready my speech mentally, I walk to the stage ignoring the stares of admiration and lust coming from the rge amount of students around me. As I reach the microphone I quickly began my rehearsed speech.

  *ehem* "Hello students, thank you for having me as the css representative of the Valeria Arts Academy new year of talent. I will strive to perform the best I can and I am sure that everyone here will have just as much success as I have pnned. -...." while reading the speech I have prepared my mind wonders to think about the small trembling girl from just now that scurried away. I should have gotten her name. "poor soul". Realising I said that aloud I quickly coughed before smiling and waving at the students.

  The principal recovering quickly began talking before dismissing the new students, I had already walked away with that poor girl on my mind.

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