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[b][center] — Personal Quarters of Prince Brendan Tromvara, The Conclave —
— 6th Day of Summer —[/center][/b]

“Prince Brendan… Prince Brendan…”

Rivellia had softly called out to the sleeping prince as she continued to shake him. The prince had, unfortunately, fallen asleep on the desk while sitting down. They had just moved in along with the other new students and the prince was relentless when he said that he wanted to help. He had been more than just enough help and thus exhausting the male. The trip here didn’t help too much either. Brendan was awake earlier than expected so even after only an hour of tidying up and arranging the place, he was fast asleep. However, the problem was, they still needed to attend the opening ceremony. The female servant sighed as the prince wouldn’t wake up. She resorted to swiftly smacking his head causing him to jerk awake. This was an unforgivable action for a servant to do with their master and the punishments for other nobles would be harsh, if not death itself.

[color=lightblue]”H-Hey, what was that for?”[/color] He turned to his cousin while rubbing the back of his head. It wasn’t too hard so it wasn’t painful, but it had still surprised him. Rivellia was composed though as she stood back at a respectable distance from her liege. Brendan sighed as he leaned back on his i, letting his hands fall onto his lap. [color=lightblue]”Sorry. Getting your nap disturbed by someone smacking you behind the head isn’t the most pleasant of things.”[/color]

“No need to apologize Prince Brendan. In fact, it is only rightful that you punish me for my rudeness.” Rivellia knew the consequences of her actions but she was more than prepared for it. Given Brendan’s attitude, she knew that he wouldn’t want to dish out any sort of punishment, especially to her, his best friend and cousin.

He opened his mouth, about to say that he has no want or need to partake in giving any punishments. But when he looked at her, it was like she was saying that she would leave him unattended, undefended and unaccompanied if he does not do anything. She was actually training him to act like a prince. He was too lenient when it came to his commoners, especially his servants. Brendan stood up and sighed, [color=lightblue]”Fine. Your punishment will be sitting through the whole Grand Keeper’s speech. I had heard that it is usually long, and usually, extremely boring.”[/color] He said with a grin and a thumbs up.

It was probably because they were of the same age, born at the same time, that they are able to converse like this. A casual conversation between a master and his servant, actions that can only be done between peers, a friendly relationship of two people in different social statuses. Of course, the fact that he was still a prince and she a servant made these things unacceptable so they never dared show this to others. Not because of the fear of ruining his reputation, no of course not; he feared that he would lose his trusted friend.

“Milord, you are aware that your punishment does not affect me in any way correct?” Rivellia pointed out to which Brendan just shrugged. He couldn't care less. That was his decision and he was not taking it back. 

[color=lightblue]”I know. What do you think of the Academy so far?”[/color]

“Why ask me Prince Brendan?”

[color=lightblue]”Shouldn't a prince value what his subordinates say?”[/color] Brendan replied as he folded his arms neatly behind his back. 

“That must be the most princely thing you have ever said on this day.” Rivellia replied and Brendan simply smiled at her. “I find this place quite nice and is great for nobles to socialize with each other. This will be a good place for your growth Prince Brendan, both as a person and as a prince.” She replied honestly, gazing out of the window. “However… I will miss our kingdom.”

Brendan nodded, thankful that she had replied to him. [color=lightblue]”Hm, well, I'm sorry for dragging you all the way here.”[/color] Rivellia opened her mouth to say something but Brendan raised his hand to silence her. [color=lightblue]”But there's no one else I can count on beside you. So I hope you'll stick with me until the end Flare.”[/color]

Rivellia smiled at her liege and then bowed. “I will always be by your side my prince. That is what I swore to do.” She looked out the window. “We must depart lest we be late for the Grand Keeper’s speech.”

The blond prince nodded. He grabbed his coat and put it on. He stretched his arms to loosen it and then his back. Hm, it's not very pleasant to fall asleep like that. He hold know all too well. His back is bad enough as it is. He really should stop doing this. [color=lightblue]”Alright,  let's go shall we?”[/color]

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[b][center] — The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —[/center][/b]

Brendan tried to keep his posture for the entirety of the speech, idly looking around every now and then, but not too much as to not draw any attention to him. He could already see people he knew - Prince Ydrian, Princess Aleandra, Princess Rhelissa and Princess Anareliea. Only the last one seemed to have studied here in the Conclave for some amount of time. It had been a while since he last saw some of them, and admittedly, he was actually looking forward to speaking with them, Aleandra especially. He looked back at the Grand Keeper, boredom already obvious on his face. If anything, he wanted it to end quickly. As someone who doesn't cope well with boredom, lengthy and uninteresting things like these are his weak points. Hopefully, he doesn't deliver long speeches whenever they meet.

After what seemed to be a long time, the Grand Keeper had finally ended his speech. The blond prince watched as the other nobles had up and left to mingle with the others. This year would be great for making allies after all, and as well as enemies. Especially for some of them who are in line for the throne. He followed their lead and stood up and left the room. He could already feel the presence of his ever so loyal servant behind him, matching his pace. 

"Have you found anyone of interest?"

[color=lightblue]"I've seen quite a number of familiar faces. Although with this amount of people, I doubt I would see-"[/color] Brendan cut himself off as he found himself looking at Anareliea herself. However, he was a little far and if the princess wasn't paying attention then there was no chance for her to single him out. However, she did look busy speaking to another person, a male. 

"That is Prince Seldo Leonine Forletus of Forlonia, Princess Anareliea's cousin." Rivellia pointed out, just in case her liege forgot.

[color=lightblue]"Right, him."[/color] He said with a nod before turning around and walking the other way. A lot of people had been looking at the 'Saint'. Probably rivals for the throne. He'd rather speak with her in private, away from the prying eyes of her rivals. Besides, he certainly couldn't just waltz up to her and then just randomly start a conversation, interrupting whatever was happening before. He might not be too princely but he still had his manners. Brendan had been scanning the area for anyone, Ydrian or Aleandra. However, he instead found himself resting, leaning on a wall and just watching the nobles pass by. No one recognized him as the last born prince of Tromvara. Not many did. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, not by a long shot.

It took him some time to notice that there was another presence besides him. And the one to tell him that was Rivellia. Turning to the black haired prince, he absentmindedly asked, [color=lightblue]"Is mingling with others not suited to your taste?"[/color] Anything to hopefully start a conversation. At least make one acquaintance with someone on the first day. Who knows, that person might be the guy you're sticking with all throughout the school year. 

[@Mcmolly]