Michael left alongside Rudy shortly after, his injuries now healed. The healing potion was just a standard grade one, but it had worked perfectly. Besides a few stiff muscles, he felt fine—at least physically.
Braydon’s words weighed on him, stoking his anxiety.
What does he an they’re planning sothing? Are they going to try and get back at ? But how? His mind raced, thinking about different possibilities.
However, there was sothing that didn’t really make sense. If that were the case, then why would Braydon have been told to stop his pursuit of lody?
Sure he was technically her fiancé, but that shouldn’t warrant the guy stopping his advances—at least that’s what he believed.
Which ans lody is probably the target...
Michael wasn’t exactly sure, but for so reason this theory seed to make the most sense. After all, he was a nobody right now. Sure he was a violet emblem student and a class representative, but such a thing ant little to the elite noble families.
"Alright, what’s up with you?" Rudy asked, nudging him as they walked along the corridor. From his tone, it was clear that he wouldn’t drop it until he was given a satisfactory answer.
Michael was silent for a while before he shook his head, "Wait until we et up with lody, it concerns her as well."
"Hmm?" Rudy looked surprised, but he did not refute his words—silently agreeing.
However, the duo could not find her at the great hall. The kitchens were currently serving dinner and it should have been a given that they’d find her there.
Michael wasn’t worried though, at least not yet. They shared a dorm together, so they would eventually et up again before the end of the sester.
After grabbing a al, the two retreated back to the dorms, hoping to find her. Thankfully, they saw a pair of shoes out the front of her room door—though it was closed.
"lody," Michael called out, knocking on the door gently, "Are you free?"
The sound of footsteps sounded out before the door opened slightly, revealing a pair of sapphire eyes staring at him. "What is it?" she asked, her tone flat.
Hmm? Sounds like she’s in a mood...
For a mont he considered leaving the issue for now, but he quickly disregarded the notion. The sooner he could tell lody about his theory, the more ti they would have to discuss the issue.
"We need to talk, I heard sothing concerning from Braydon in the infirmary." He explained, gesturing towards the lounge area with his head.
A look of surprise painted her features before she nodded, appearing from her room shortly after. She was still dressed in her uniform, though her robe was no longer around her shoulders.
"You missed dinner." Rudy said, giving her an evaluating look.
"Wasn’t hungry..." she shot back, casually taking a seat on one of the armchairs.
Michael watched her with so suspicion, his gaze eventually eting Rudy’s. The two didn’t need to be mind-readers to know what each other was thinking.
Sothing was off.
"So, do you want to go first or should I?" Michael asked, taking a seat on the edge of the lounge, crossing his arms.
"Huh? You pulled out here to tell sothing..." lody retorted, wearing an incredulous expression.
"Yes, but I have a feeling that whatever I’m about to tell you is related to whatever you’re hiding from us." He explained, wearing a small frown.
Michael had known the girl for over three years now, and though so things still remained a mystery—he knew when she was hiding sothing. After all, they’d spent essentially every day together during this period of ti, he would have to be a fool to not recognize sothing like this.
lody was silent for a while before scrunching up her features. She then let out a sigh, shaking her head. "Alright, you go first..." she said with resignation.
Michael nodded, feeling proud of himself in that mont. It wasn’t often that lody made concessions, to see it happening without too much effort was pleasing.
So without waiting another mont, he filled in his friends on what Braydon had said verbatim, not adding any more comntary. He didn’t want there to be any miscommunication, nor did he want to influence their opinions.
What he wanted was for them to listen to the words objectively.
Rudy frowned almost instantly, going deep into thought.
lody on the other hand had her head lowered. It was clear that his suspicions had been correct—what she was hiding was indeed related to Braydon’s words.
"So? Care to tell us what’s happening?" Michael prompted, not wanting her to renege on her previous words.
After a few more sighs, lody lifted her legs off the ground and crossed them under her upon the arm chair. She looked rather pale and destitute in that mont, causing his heart to ache.
"My father contacted earlier..." she began, her head lowered. "The Bishop family have launched an appeal with the royal family regarding my betrothal..."
What!? They can do that? Michael exclaid in his heart.
"What? Can they do that?" Rudy asked with utter shock and confusion. His words had mirrored Michael’s exact thoughts in that mont.
"My mother is the sister of the King, there are old and outdated laws in place that allow for such an appeal..." she stated grimly, her eyes still glued to the floor.
Michael frowned. Though she had not stated the specifics, he wasn’t at all surprised that the noble families would hang onto whatever thread they could when it ca to such a matter.
Since the Bishop family no longer had anyone in Arcadia to try and win lody’s hand, they had decided to flip the entire chessboard. After all, such families only ever cared about two things—public image and benefits.
However, if the latter outweighed the forr—that’s when chaos ensued.
So they couldn’t get her by normal ans, so now they’ve resorted to this... Those bastards.
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