The Blood Ledger’s Favorite Heir
Not dull, not weak, just normal.
For now, I would use the internet. But I would not sell my face forever. A face was an opening move, not an empire. While my account grew smoothly, Lydia's grades began to shake.
That night, I heard her arguing with the Ledger in her room. "I'm supposed to be a genius," she hissed. "Why are there still questions I can't solve..."
The voice that answered her was cold and calm. "I sharpen the mind. I do not use it for you." "Learning remains the heir's responsibility," the Ledger said.