When I opened the door to my dorm room and saw the state it was in, I couldn’t help but frown. I’d like to think there was a mistake—I didn’t deserve to be staying in such a place, but the pink luggage at the foot of the bed and the key in my palm told a different story. It was the first day of classes. It was also the first time I went to my assigned room and I was in for a shock. I was already obstructing traffic in the hallway, so I entered her room and regarded it with contempt. There was nothing in the room other than the bed in the corner, the large closet next to it, and the plain wooden desk near the window. The ceiling was a typical cream color. The walls were painted gray, and the floor was simply polished red cement. This room had nothing special to offer. It was dull and cramped. It was downright depressing. I took a picture of the room and sent it to Henry with a sad face. He replied with a picture of himself standing in the middle of a tiny room
“Hungry, are we?” I sarcastically said as I placed my tray next to Henry’s on the table. It was Friday, and it was lunchtime. It was the only time our lunch schedules overlapped, and we were supposed to eat together like a normal couple. We agreed to wait for the other if one of us was late, but the king was already eating. With the Otxoas yet again. All of whom were ignoring my presence at the table. I felt insulted. It’s only been a week since I arrived at Aldervolf University. Approximately 16 days since I migrated to the Greater Volfenheim Empire, and I was already starting to question my life choices. My frustration was increasing by the second, and I was disappointed with Henry for a variety of reasons. For one, Henry agreed with the dorm mother’s decision not to assign me another room or replace Jet as my roommate. Out of desperation, I tried everything I could to persuade him: I cried, kicked and screamed, I even tried to seduce him, but my efforts were all in vain. Tired
I stabbed the soil I was cultivating with my small shovel more forcefully than I should have, but I did not care. Another week has gone by, and it hasn’t been any better than the last. Problems seemed to come my way the longer I stayed at the university. My grades were excellent, and I was enjoying all of my classes, including political science. I listened to my future mother-in-law and took the course as an elective.However, that’s not what’s stressing me out, it’s my extracurricular activities. I joined gardening, art, and dance clubs, but as soon as I discovered they also included occults, I had to stop going. My gathering of supporters turned more irritatingly hard. So I established my own club for plant-based eaters. I shared information about how much good it did to our nature and how animal consumption was bad. I taught the members to prepare and cook a lot of plant-based recipes. They knew of my plans for running for the president of the student council and my projects. My me
We did not get married. Not even in secret.Henry stammered a few excuses why we couldn’t marry, and they sounded reasonable, but I was determined to find a way around the laws. My kingdom depended on it.My only consolation was the fact that the Office of the Royal Household invited me to join Her Imperial Majesty on her visit to the orphanage in Aldervolf. It was an institution closest to the older woman’s heart. I heard she spearheaded the construction and establishment of the orphanage. It was her biggest beneficiary.I was excited. By going with her, I could show my future mother-in-law my child-rearing skills. She’ll know I am the perfect mother to her future grandchildren. It doesn’t matter that I hate children. I could pretend I care about them for one day if it meant impressing Camilla and securing my spot in her good graces.“Everything all right there?” a voice from behind me instantly pulled me into the present. I turned, smiling, expecting it was my boyfriend who spoke, b
When I looked up, Jasper was looking at me with one eyebrow raised, as confused as I was. He has a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth and he was holding three of the paper bags in one arm and was reaching out for the cookies when his forearm accidentally touched mine. “What was that?” I asked, out of breath. “Do you have pins for body hair or what?” “What?” I examined his appendage but saw nothing that could explain the pinpricks. He did the same, then shifted his gaze back to me. “Nevermind,” I said dismissively. I looked at the goody bags he was filling with food. “You’re not keeping those for yourself, are you?” “Do you want me to?” “No.” “Then I’m not.” I was not convinced, but all right. I noticed he was faster than me, so I let him fill the bags while I sealed them with cute little bows. When he was finished, he neatly stacked the empty metal trays in one spot before going ahead and helping me. I wanted to laugh at his pathetic little bows. “Don’t you know how to tie a
“Hey,” Jasper said as soon as he saw me approaching. When I went down to the playground to get away from the infants, he was hiding under a large, shady tree. I seriously thought I’d find him in the bushes with one of the sisters again. Instead, he was sitting there, relaxing, with two sleeping children on his lap. “The white suits you.”I rolled my eyes at him. A sister offered to wash my dirty pee and poop-stained clothes, but they made me wear their extra tunic in the meantime. Of course, I did not wear the coif and veil that came with it. It’d be too much.I sat at a picnic table and briefly observed the children as they played before pulling my phone from my pocket. I responded to some emails and texts before logging onto social media. We were not permitted to access an account. A team was in charge of all public relations and such. They took pictures or videos and posted them on our websites as if we were actually the ones who were using it. But I have a burner account that no o
“If you could change one thing about this school, what would it be?”I stared at the reporter in front of me and smiled. It was the start of the election campaign and I had opened my booth outside the Science Center in hopes of gaining voters from my own department first before moving towards the others. I baked brownies, blondies, and donuts to share with students who came to my booth. It was a good thing I’ve baked so much because when other students heard about it; I was swarmed. Someone sent me a coffee cart to go with the baked goods. I attracted a good number of supporters and the attention of the university newspaper. They sent someone to interview me, a girl who was the same age as me. She came with a cameraman to document the interview.“I’m glad you asked,” I said. “I have many ideas, but the one thing I can think of at the top of my head is... The university needs to have a better environment. Every day, all kinds of illness are being discovered and obesity is at an all-tim
“Are we there yet?” Jasper ignored me and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. “Henry...” I couldn't help the quiver of fear in my voice as I grabbed my boyfriend's arm, shaking him. Where did this monster take us? He started awake and I yanked the blindfold off of him. “What are we doing here?” He looked around, as confused as I was before opening the door beside him and stepping out. “Jay?” Henry called out to his friend. As a burst of wind swept the dunes in front of us, Jasper shouted, “It's here.” The wind blew his shirt and snapped his long hair free from its weak tie, forcing him to fight to keep it from floating around and covering his face. “D*mn it.” Henry ducked inside the car as a white helicopter descended in front of us. It hovered just close enough to the sand for us to board without difficulty. “It's our ride, come on.” Henry was leading me by the elbow while I was busy struggling not to sink in the sand and prevent my skirt from being blown away by