Princess and her four Princes
"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 much." I groan, cutting him off.
He looks askance at me and shakes his head, a mix of shock and anger flashing through his eyes.
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