Princess and her four Princes

~Bethany~ "This place is not for someone like you." The Dean's assistant draws me aside to tell me. I had just successfully submitted my Crestbane University scholarship acceptance letter and completed the due registration process before he offered to direct me to my dorm. He waits for a few seconds, and when his statement stirred no reaction from me, he let out a mirthless laugh and threads a hand through his hair. "Forgive me, Miss Metrov. But what I'm trying to say is, you're what we call a Proselyte, a novice. All you can do is make tiny plants grow. You don't have magic in your blood, and you weren't born as one of us." What an intolerable man who feels he is superior to me because he was born a Mage. He looks at my face. I'm not sure what he's searching for, but I'm certain he didn't find it. But he continues speaking. "Here in Crestbane, we have Nobles who can cast disastrous spells, powerful vampires who can withstand daylight, ice elementals who can-" "You talk too muc

~Bethany~ A good-looking but impatient boy grabs me by the arm before I can protest and drags me away from the entrance of the Alpha Hall, down a straight corridor, his friends and an upset Zuri following behind. We come to a deserted space, and he finally releases his hold on my arm. My palm is already halfway to his cheeks before I remember that I'm supposed to be a naive wallflower. So, I carefully retract it, folding both arms on my bosom instead, to stop myself from ruining my act. "Who are you?" Another boy with wind-blown sandy blond hair asks me. "I don't understand. You forcefully drag me out here, and instead of explaining your action, you're asking questions?" I query him. "And she will not answer your questions. Just so you know, I'm going to protect her from every single one of you." Zuri fumes at them, stepping in front of me and shielding me with her body. gods, the words Zuri said almost made me like her way too much, more than I already do. Nobody has ever def

~Bethany~ Zuri manages to find a side-by-side seat for us in the almost full hall. A few moments later, an average height man with a pot-belly and an annoying mustache walks into the hall. Quiet washes over the hall as he makes an irritating sound with the microphone before starting his speech. “We welcome our dearest new Nobles to Crestbane University. Whether you are joining us at the Alpha Hall for the first time or you’ve been with us long before now, we humbly welcome you into our midst.” A resounding cheer with the fond name, ‘Professor Stone,’ goes up all around me. “I’m certain everyone knows the reason Crestbane is a compulsory school of study for all Nobles. But, let’s throw more light on that for the sake of our new Nobles.” He clears his throat and steps close to the pulpit placed on the podium. “Several years ago, the Mortal realm experienced a peaceful time for the humans and our ancestors. Until the battle of the Aradish, where an entity whose name I won't be men

~Bethany~ I spent most of the evening setting a few things up for my mission. A few dark magics here and here to come up with the necessary charms I will need for my mission. The Dean is available, and that makes it easier for me to start with my number one objective: creating a sort of deep heavy chaos that will be worth his inviting the Liminal order over for help. My blackened sclera has barely returned to its normal white color when Zuri bursts into my dorm room with tear-soaked eyes. When she sees me, she rushes at me with her arms extended like she's coming in for a hug. I bolt upright immediately, away from her. She cleans her eyes and waves her fingers, breathing out a laugh. “Sorry,” She sobs and laughs at the same time. “I’m just so relieved to see you. I forgot the ‘no-hug rule’.” She wiggles her eyebrows and purrs, “I almost went crazy thinking something bad had happened to you. I swear to you, Beth, I never wanted to leave you all by yourself. In fact, I almost drove

~Bethany~ Jayan Salazar’s caption on his social media post says that I’m his mate! He didn’t stop there. He announced that we’re a pack; I'm mated to not just him but the other three princes! Why is that dragon shifter so loud-mouthed? Over the last couple of days, I’ve avoided drawing unnecessary attention to myself and even avoided running into the princes who have persistently become my shadow. My routine is set in stone: wake up, go to classes, speak only when spoken to, brew potions, keep my head down, and return to my dorm to bide my time. I’ve gone to Torah with Zuri to get outfits she considers beautiful and feminine-flattering enough for me. Outfits I'm very sure would never be seen on my body while I'm here. Not when I’m carefully crafting my reputation for being a forgettable nobody. But I do love all the outfits we got. Over the past days, Zuri and I have become comfortable acquaintances. She and her Werewolf-shifter ‘boyfriend’, whom she has refused to acknowledge