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[hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center]
[indent][color=8E7C8D]“If that is your wish, Seyrun.”[/color] Nadalena uttered in response to the inquiry, hiding her inner cynicism and displeasure of being interrupted.

Nadalena moved the bookmark back in place as her eyes met Seyrun Riviathan’s own. A quick glance revealed there were plenty of “seating arrangements” in the courtyard to choose from, so it was hard to imagine why sitting next to the young raven-haired woman was the choice taken. Nadalena knew her fellow student well enough – it was hard not to given the circumstances and there were many of them. She was sure that this year would be unlike any other for the Nordic princess with accolades and perhaps a comfy place at the top of the dean’s list. That was the expectation Nadalena had, at least. 

As Nadalena closed the book and placed it at her side without losing eye contact, the Espenovan heir offered an inquiry of her own. [color=8E7C8D]“How was the journey from Nordland?”[/color][/indent]