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'Gathlan pressed her against the wall, using the brute strength of his arms to ...'

	Three years ago, Swen Runvall's parents had sent him off to this school to supposedly allow him to further enhance his magical skills.  Although initially confused about why he was being sent away from family resources, soon he discovered the true reason for his departure.

	His dear father and mother believed him to be too ... reclusive.  The nobleman respected their reasons and sought to improve himself as a result.  After three years, the Magierprinz would be glad to discuss how his advancements: now he studied silently in the library within proximity of others.  Additionally, the Prince had to seek out food at least daily in a public setting.

	Seeing his improvement, his parents decided to reveal that he would be meeting his future bride in the school, a noblewoman from Ireland.  Initially the sixteen year old was glad to be able to assist his parents with their political struggles, and considered it his duty as the heir of a princely state to go through with their desires.

	Now though?  The prince found himself flipping nervously through yet another book on his desk.  Lady Gwynn's familiar had discussed that this may be ... slightly problematic.  Apparently the girl was reluctant to go through with the will of her household, seeking instead to see the world for herself.  So the young man found himself turning yet another page in A Lady's Desire which could only be described in one word: Smut.  He had to educate himself, else he chance at failing his parents.

	The Prince was relieved when the time came for the introductory classes, and entered for his first day after returning a brief wave from the headmistress.  The man sat in the back of the room, continuing to read pages of what he considered to be an ridiculous instruction in the ways of love.  The Prince didn't have much time left ...

	Maoin was growing more and more frustrated as the weeks of travel rolled by, ensuring the comfort and good behavior of her unruly mistress as they continued their journey towards the academy.  The cat had expected everything to go more smoothly after they arrived, and hoped that Gwynn would abandon her silly childhood games once the pair reached their destination.

	Those hopes were quickly scattered into whatever abyss failed dreams landed in.  It would simpler task to battle an ancient dragon than to prepare her mistress for the day.  After several hours of struggling, debating, and bargaining, the black haired girl finally managed to put her mistress into decent enough clothing to be able to properly present herself for the entire days activities: an adequate green and gold dress, a braid running down her back with a simple bow tied at the end of it.  If Maoin hadn't spent so long battling with her lady, she felt her own attire would have been able to match the circumstances, only capable of procuring a knee length black dress and a collar that indicated her status.

	And now.  Now her mistress looked suicidal at the thought of properly continuing her day.  NOW the infuriating blonde was heading down some decrepit alleyway in a village far beneath her status.  Now she'd be required, god willing, to drag this noblewoman back to the damn school.

	The black haired neko half-jogged up to her charge, grabbing her mistress' right hand tightly with both of her own, and started attempting to literally drag the blonde haired woman back.   Isn't the master supposed to drag the familiar around?  Despite her best efforts, the other woman was half a foot taller than herself and would be able to resist if she wanted to.

"Please Mistress, attend your classes.  Your parents would be upset to see a lady of House Foghlu' acting beneath her status!"  The familiar's frustrated tone of voice indicated to anyone surrounding them that this wasn't the first plea of the day.  Nor would it be the last.

	The start of another semester, the start of another year where every student imagined themselves learning easily, socializing with attractive peers, and getting merry with fellow students after class.  The reality was that many of the noble brats would fail their classes, and instead of being kicked out Livia would bargain with their parents in return for a healthy donation to the academy.

	It was a miserable and eternal process that Aetheria felt had an easier solution: to actually follow through with the threat of kicking them out.

	Still though, Aetheria was glad the school had ample funding, allowing her to continue teaching and researching on even what the most wasteful prfoessor would consider to be plentiful funding.  So long as the teachers generally stayed quiet about some of the ... stranger aspects of the academy, Livia was usually happy to work with them.

	Looking upwards at the host of students, the white mage began to give the students and overview of their assignments, projects, and readings that they would be expected to do for that year.

	What the teacher truly was thinking about however was what would be brought up at the meeting after classes, giving small gestures to the audience in her white robes to help deliver her message.  The headmistress had requested her council later that day, although she hadn't really discussed why ...
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