Sofia The First Cedric's Apprentice Novels & Stories

Alex asked angry in her place. “I don’t care about that, Arthoro what are their names and where can I find them?” Sofia asked calmly. “They have been closer to you than you think. Your father is known as Master Carlos and your sister is Alexia.” Arthoro said and Sofia could feel her head was about to explode. “You have got to be joking right now.” Alex said in complete disbelief. “Fucking fate!” Sofia said and quickly stood up from the couch and stocked into the corridor and into her room and banged her door.

"I'm here to seek guidance from you, Mr. Everglade." In my previous life, Cedric was admitted into the Royal Magic Research Institute. He was known as the most knowledgeable person in Northia. In the beginning, he assumed that I was just asking his advice as an excuse for something else, so he was very half-hearted with his explanations. When I pointed out exactly which steps in the derivative process I was confused about, he finally realized that I was really serious about studying and started taking things seriously. He was very pleased that, scholars aside, there was finally a noblewoman willing to study in this region.

With a false air of composure, Marisol keeps her shoulders high as she asks, "Who is Cedric, and why is he like that?" Sophia laughs at her confusion, a sound that echoes through the desolate corridor, seemingly finding amusement in Marisol's poorly concealed misery. "Cedric is a ticking time bomb, and your curiosity just had to push you right into the danger zone, didn't it? Consider yourself lucky to even stand on your own two feet right now. Real lucky." She snarks like Marisol couldn't already see the malicious undertones of her words.

On my sixteenth birthday, the day before my village was claimed for Fresonia, I rebuilt an entire home that had been burned down with merely a glance. My fellow villagers viewed me with awe–and envy. No one quite knew how this power came to be in my possession, but all we knew was that I was trying hard to prove myself worthy. I was out in a nearby field practicing my larger spells when I met him. Samuel, the first King of Fresonia. He studied my magical practices with a smile on his face. “What is your name, girl?” he asked, his voice smooth as butter. I gave him what I could only hope was a winning smile. “They call me Sofia.”

On the stage, Cedric grabbed the microphone and spoke coldly, "Apologies to Dr. Lloyd and all the guests. I've come up here to announce something important. From this moment forward, my eldest apprentice, Simon Gaal, is expelled from my family and teachings!" Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by a flurry of heated discussions. "Cedric just made a public announcement like that at Moonlit Apothecary's grand opening. The Aickers must have some serious internal conflict!"

Sofia knew she needed to run away, so she turned her back and was about to walk off when he suddenly called her. “Sofia!” She could hear the sounds of his footsteps approaching and then she felt a hand grabbing her wrist, stopping her track. She turned around and looked at Jacques who looked like he just ran a marathon. He was running out of breath and looked at her with a serious gaze. “You’re Sofia, right? Sofia De Laurent.” He asked; Sofia was not sure how she was supposed to answer that. When she was Gilda, she could easily deny it but this time, denying it would be difficult.

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

Chloe muttered. "That's because Grandma is right." "But we found you," Tristan said quietly. "We didn't get all the way there, but we found you. And now you're here. So it worked." Sophia didn't have the heart to argue with him. She just held them tighter and let the tears fall. That night, after the children were tucked into bed and the house had grown quiet, Sophia sat with her mother in the kitchen. A cup of tea sat untouched before her. The bandages on her feet had been changed, and she was wearing her own clothes for the first time in weeks.

“Cassian says if the roof falls, I can’t cry this time. Last time I cried and the servants brought me five cookies to make me feel better.” Cedric crouched beside them, amazed at how natural the word felt. Daddy. It had only been a day, but the bond already had roots, taking hold fast and deep. He tapped the top of Cassian’s head gently. “What if I help with the roof design? I’ve built my fair share of fortresses.” Cassian raised an eyebrow, skeptical but not dismissive. “Really? Did yours have trapdoors?” Cedric lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Two. One beneath the king’s throne.”

Lady Alessia and Lady Letitia followed her. “Saw that?” Cedric chuckled. “The best alchemist in the Infernal packs? You are just a doofus! Huh!” He scoffed. “A mortal knows better than you. What a shame. Did you graduate in pea-sized brainology because that’s what your range of knowledge seems like—” “Cedric! What are you doing?” Nesryn folded her hands under her breasts angrily. I turned around and unconsciously looked right into the camera of Cedric’s phone.