Christopher Harris
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Yvonne glanced at the small run-down cafe that was at the end of the street. *WILLOWS* She read the huge signpost that was now rusting and it seemed to have seen better days in the past. Yvonne looked down at the bland vanilla ice cream in the bowl placed before her and then thought of the mouth-watering description that Asmodeus had given in his script. 'The delectable aroma of cinnamon and apples wafted in the air as soon as one entered the humble cafe called Willows.' 'Few customers and…-
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Just as Raylene had informed them the previous day, Yvonne did not have any classes to attend today. "How long does it take to reach the commercial district?" Yvonne plopped her chin on the window and looked at the green grass outside. Right now they were in a carriage that was heading to the commercial district of Amarthea. "About ten minutes. Move away from the window, you might hurt yourself." Raylene advised when she felt the carriage jerk away as the horses galloped at a high speed. Yvonne…
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Raylene shook her head when she saw her daughter's confused face. "Tomorrow you will not have any classes because you two are going to accompany me to buy new clothes." She smiled at them. Yvonne was happy that she could go shopping in this new world. 'I wonder what kind of stores are here? And I would love to change my current wardrobe. These frills and bows are nauseating!' She cringed inwardly. Howard on the other hand was protesting against this torture that he always faced when his mother…
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Over the next couple of days, Yvonne's usual class schedule had undergone certain changes. Earlier she would have up to four classes in a day, but she felt really lazy to deal with them so she asked Raylene to revise it. Thus her new schedule consisted of her usual three-hour class with Marquess Samed followed by either one of the other classes which would last for two hours instead of one. She had asked Raylene to decide what the second class for the day might be because she was fine either…
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Yvonne sat opposite her big and muscular father and thought back to what Marquess Samed had revealed about his past. "Father, did you not hate grandpa because he made you give up on your dream?" She looked into his clear sapphire eyes and asked. Rutherford was taken aback that she had asked him about something that had taken place so long ago. He recalled the incident as though it had happened just yesterday. Coming back from the capital, he rushed to inform his father about his successful…
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Her mind wandered about as she recalled the other things she learned from Marquess Samed. "I don't really want to know about the Royal family because there's absolutely no chance that I will be meeting them in the future." She shook her head. In fact, this was more a prayer than a fact that she mentioned. "You never know, because the King is searching for a playmate for the princess and I think you qualify for the position." Sullivan informed her about the latest rumor going around the social…
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Yvonne walked towards the pond and sat on the bench. Looking over the still waters, she thought of the information she had gathered from Marquess Samed. "Ho ho… So you want to learn about the social circles from a young age. That is good." He had nodded his head in appreciation. She had enquired about the higher noble families and their children. He thought that she wanted to know about them to socialize with them and build her own clique that would support her in the future. If only he…
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Her class with Marquess Samed ended after three hours and she was now taking a break before her music class. Yvonne's schedule had three or four classes every day with a gap of two hours between each class. But because the Marquess had increased his class' duration, she had to rush to the next class as soon as he left. Just like any other young child from the noble families, she too had to perfect some skill. While the boys were taught horse riding, archery, swordsmanship, and hunting, the…
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'What does this have anything to do with that brat?' She furrowed her brows. Looking at her lost expression, Marquess Samed shook his head and explained it to her in an exasperated manner. "Do you still remember that you have an older brother?" He gesticulated as he spoke. "I'm five years old, not an idiot. I can understand even if you speak normally." She tried so hard to stop her eyes from rolling at her new tutor. "And, yes. I do know that I have a brother. What about him though?" She asked…
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"So, Yvonne, I heard you fell off a horse and lost all your memories?" The man sitting before her chuckled when he thought about the letter that he had received from Earl St. Claire. "That is what I have been told." Yvonne was not in the least bit amused by his cheerful face. It was the next day and her first class of the day was history class. The beautiful man sitting before her was the tutor that her mother had spoken about yesterday. Sullivan Samed, the smartest man in the kingdom.? A young…
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