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Ino.”
The Sentinels were mainly from the Ilac caste, but a handful were from the Mordin and Ino castes. The sentinels were responsible for protection of the Elders and keeping the law and order in the home realm and Jarthan.
“Yes, but as an Ino, I can one day become the General for the Third Pillar,” Enric explained.
“Enric, are you doing this to impress the girls?”
“My father is the Lord of Jarthan. I do not care what women think of me.” Forcing a comfortable laugh, Enric said, “Speaking of girls, I want you stay away from my sister.”
“What?” Bach hadn’t seen that one coming.
“As long as you are entertaining that Thayn in Smythe, I need you to steer clear of Alba.”
“Alba knows about the Thayn and she seems unconcerned.”
“I am telling you…”
“Alba is not my intended, so I do not see what one has to do with the other.”
Enric grimaced. “I heard my parents speaking and it seems your father is keen on you pledging to Alba. You assure me you have ended it with the Thayn or convince your father you are not ready to pledge.”
“Still trying to convince Bach to marry your sister?” Lluc joined the conversation.
Bach laughed to hide his discomfort.
“When Bach returns home, he will be introduced to many Family girls. Hopefully, he will find one he likes or at least one that does not drive him mad. If she feels the same, she will be his intended,” Lluc explained to Enric.
“As long as we have an understanding,” Enric warned and laughed. “I brought some sandwine from home. Let us celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?” Bach asked as his friend dragged him away from his brother.
“I do not know. We will have to think of something,” Enric replied, with his usual jovial tone.
CHAPTER FIVE
“I hope you’re happy.” Hailey shoved Wisteria forward as the girls entered class the following Monday. “Thanks to you, we can’t go to Norton anymore.”
Stumbling forward, Wisteria was able to prevent herself from falling. She spun around to confront Hailey, but the girl was gone.
“Wisteria, inside now,” Lady Milton Davenport, the history teacher, yelled in a shrill voice.
The Year Twelve classroom was more cramped than the one they used last year.
Wisteria wondered if it was because the leadership council actually believed there’d be less students alive this year.
She weaved through the room that was packed full of makeshift tables and desks, until she got to the old dresser where she sat. Climbing on, she found herself sitting alone. This was a bit strange since Garfield normally sat with her. Then, she spotted him sitting next to Amanda.
“Stupid bitch,” Yvette Morel called out and threw something at her. “You’re going to suffer for ratting us out to Coles.”
She ducked as the projectile hit the wall and fell behind the dresser. “I’d like to see you try it.” This was the last class of the day, so she just had to endure it.
“Settle down, you terrors,” Lady Milton shouted. “You don’t want me reporting this to my husband.” Her husband was Sir Charles Davenport, the head of the Leadership Council, and she was Hailey’s mother. Like her daughter, she had long brown hair with ocean blue eyes.
And like a lot of the women in the town, she got the teaching job not because she was a good teacher but because she thought it was easy and there was nothing else she really could do. Well, that was what Coles said.
“Wisteria, find a proper seat!” Lady Milton demanded, like she did every day.
“There’re none.” She pointed around the class. She hadn’t had a proper seat in class for two years.
“Maybe you could sit on Steven’s lap?” Yvette called out.
“Say that again Yvette, I dare you,” Wisteria warned.
“Ignore them, Ria.” Steven tried to suppress a smirk, but he obviously loved the teasing.
“All right, very funny.” Lady Milton waved her hands in the air, signaling them to calm down, but the kids didn’t
The Sentinels were mainly from the Ilac caste, but a handful were from the Mordin and Ino castes. The sentinels were responsible for protection of the Elders and keeping the law and order in the home realm and Jarthan.
“Yes, but as an Ino, I can one day become the General for the Third Pillar,” Enric explained.
“Enric, are you doing this to impress the girls?”
“My father is the Lord of Jarthan. I do not care what women think of me.” Forcing a comfortable laugh, Enric said, “Speaking of girls, I want you stay away from my sister.”
“What?” Bach hadn’t seen that one coming.
“As long as you are entertaining that Thayn in Smythe, I need you to steer clear of Alba.”
“Alba knows about the Thayn and she seems unconcerned.”
“I am telling you…”
“Alba is not my intended, so I do not see what one has to do with the other.”
Enric grimaced. “I heard my parents speaking and it seems your father is keen on you pledging to Alba. You assure me you have ended it with the Thayn or convince your father you are not ready to pledge.”
“Still trying to convince Bach to marry your sister?” Lluc joined the conversation.
Bach laughed to hide his discomfort.
“When Bach returns home, he will be introduced to many Family girls. Hopefully, he will find one he likes or at least one that does not drive him mad. If she feels the same, she will be his intended,” Lluc explained to Enric.
“As long as we have an understanding,” Enric warned and laughed. “I brought some sandwine from home. Let us celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?” Bach asked as his friend dragged him away from his brother.
“I do not know. We will have to think of something,” Enric replied, with his usual jovial tone.
CHAPTER FIVE
“I hope you’re happy.” Hailey shoved Wisteria forward as the girls entered class the following Monday. “Thanks to you, we can’t go to Norton anymore.”
Stumbling forward, Wisteria was able to prevent herself from falling. She spun around to confront Hailey, but the girl was gone.
“Wisteria, inside now,” Lady Milton Davenport, the history teacher, yelled in a shrill voice.
The Year Twelve classroom was more cramped than the one they used last year.
Wisteria wondered if it was because the leadership council actually believed there’d be less students alive this year.
She weaved through the room that was packed full of makeshift tables and desks, until she got to the old dresser where she sat. Climbing on, she found herself sitting alone. This was a bit strange since Garfield normally sat with her. Then, she spotted him sitting next to Amanda.
“Stupid bitch,” Yvette Morel called out and threw something at her. “You’re going to suffer for ratting us out to Coles.”
She ducked as the projectile hit the wall and fell behind the dresser. “I’d like to see you try it.” This was the last class of the day, so she just had to endure it.
“Settle down, you terrors,” Lady Milton shouted. “You don’t want me reporting this to my husband.” Her husband was Sir Charles Davenport, the head of the Leadership Council, and she was Hailey’s mother. Like her daughter, she had long brown hair with ocean blue eyes.
And like a lot of the women in the town, she got the teaching job not because she was a good teacher but because she thought it was easy and there was nothing else she really could do. Well, that was what Coles said.
“Wisteria, find a proper seat!” Lady Milton demanded, like she did every day.
“There’re none.” She pointed around the class. She hadn’t had a proper seat in class for two years.
“Maybe you could sit on Steven’s lap?” Yvette called out.
“Say that again Yvette, I dare you,” Wisteria warned.
“Ignore them, Ria.” Steven tried to suppress a smirk, but he obviously loved the teasing.
“All right, very funny.” Lady Milton waved her hands in the air, signaling them to calm down, but the kids didn’t
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