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“And who would you possibly be trying to mentor?” Prince Daemon’s voice is obsolete. “It certainly wouldn’t be the student who placed first in the preliminary entry trials that my counterpart had the opportunity to meet, right?”
D’Angelo’s nervous swallow is loud, making me realize how frightened he is to even answer.
“Professor D’Angelo was going to claim to mentor Miss Ophelia Minerva Guinevere prior to your arrival, Prince Blackbird. However, it seems as though your declaration came before he could affirm his claim,” Headmaster Atlas announces.
She really is the only one not trembling like a leaf.
I, on the other hand,am fighting to still my body, which shivers like a helpless leaf in the middle of a merciless blizzard.
“If he wishes to finalize his claim, he can do so now, but it would lead to a potential tie between the two professors interested in mentoring one student.”
“Three,” Prince Daemon corrects. “I did emphasize ‘we’ when stating my claim.”
“Out of respect, Prince Daemon, can I confirm who ‘we’ are at this standpoint?” Headmaster Atlas inquires, even though her eyes fall on me.
“Orpheus Maxwell North,” he announces and gestures to me. I have to force myself to stay completely still as the dark fae enjoys taking the steps needed to make a full circle around me. “I’ll refrain from using his real name. Having too much power in such a tiny space isn’t healthy for the environment of the university.”
More like we’d probably clash and burn the entire place down by accident, thanks to our problematic power dynamics.
“So, Professor D’Angelo,” Prince Daemon begins and tilts his head upward to emphasize how he’s talking down to the man. “Or should I say James, seeing as you’re but an ant in comparison to the future Heir of the Court of Shadows and Wrath.”
Professor D’Angelo shivers at the sensation of Prince Daemon now being behind him. Even his complexion has paled significantly, a sign he isn’t foolish enough to think a fae of Daemon’s caliber would carry an ounce of mercy if provoked.
“You wouldn’t be interested in mentoring the new girl, now would you?” he inquires. “Youngbloods these days are rather feisty and stubborn by nature. I doubt you’d have the patience or skill as an herbalist to take on such a student under your wing.”
The mockery in Prince Daemon’s voice is obvious. Poor D’Angelo is fighting hard not to reveal just how annoyed he is with being humiliated before his peers by someone he’d consider a child.
At least in mundane years.
“I’ve heard many things about the Guinevere family. Elite members of our grand society and well respected in various planes of magic and sorcery. From such a strong bloodline of power and political stance, it would make sense that Miss Guinevere is not only appointed someone who can keep up with her ability to rapidly adapt to challenges and instances presented to her but also needs one who can give her the proper tools that will most benefit her in understanding the balance between the world of Nephilim and the world of Malevolence. What better way of securing such a plan than by assigning her two professors, who are youthful, wise in their retrospective elements and worlds, and can help Miss Guinevere walk down the right path to gaining power?”
He leans over to whisper in Professor D’Angelo’s ear. If he’s attempting to talk ‘quietly,’ it’s far from a hushed tone for every professor, administrator, and secretary advisor to heed his words of warning.
“Professor North and I have done many favors on behalf of you and other administrators of Nephilim Malevolence University. I believe humbly sitting back and allowing us to get the choice of mentoring a student of our choosing is all but a fair exchange. Especially with how unproblematic we’ve been.”
Unproblematic as he barges into the Mentor Choosing Ceremony to blackmail the current professor, who could have fairly beat us if he wasn’t a frightened coward.
Then again, I know Prince Daemon. The man has destroyed kingdoms for them, attempting to belittle his immense power in Nephilim. If he wanted to start drama, he wouldn’t need to say a word.
“What do you say?” Prince Daemon encourages. “Sounds like a deal?”
I see the hesitation in Professor D’Angelo’s eyes, but I know he wouldn’t dare go against Daemon. Not in this fae prince personality that wouldn’t hesitate to slit his throat in front of everyone.
Meaning it has happened before.
Gruesome.
“It’s a deal,” he finally manages to say quietly.
“Hmm?” That’s not enough for Prince Daemon. “My hearing must be having trouble with all the tense static in the atmosphere. Shall you repeat that for everyone to hear?”
Fae are all cocky savages.
Respectively, I can’t say shit, seeing as I’d do the same.
“It’s a deal, Prince Blackbird,” Professor D’Angelo emphasizes. “With all the fair important points you laid out to us, it does seem as though Miss Guinevere would be the perfect candidate to be privately mentored by not one but two powerful professors in our field at N.M.U.”
All bullshit.
