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[center][h3]--College of Hathforth - Headmaster's Office--[/h3][/center]

Soon enough, the Tearmoon 'coven princess' found herself entering the personal study of the esteemed Headmaster Ashan. Though this wasn't her first time here, Melisande couldn't help but be mesmerized by the mystical vista of the office; both beautiful and practical, the chamber was pleasing to the eyes while maintaining its function as a place of learning. She could see herself spending months or even years simply perusing the nigh-endless trove of knowledge contained within those shelves. Alas, she had more pressing matters to attend to.

Upon Caveus' invitation, the indigo-eyed Lilim calmly approached the accomplished magus many decades her senior, standing before his desk of curious trinkets. [color=b9b5fa][b]"I'm here, Headmaster."[/b][/color] She turned her gaze down at the petite pouch and then the confectionary offered to her.

[color=f68192][i]Beware of toxin lurking behind a veil of sweetness.[/i][/color]

[color=b9b5fa][i]Kronos, not every gift is laced with venom. Sometimes, they really are gifts.[/i][/color]

[color=b9b5fa][b]"Thank you, sir."[/b][/color] The student graciously accepted the sweets and consumed it, enjoying its fine culinary craftsmanship and at the same time disproving Kronos' paranoia. Before she could rub it in the Dremora's face, however, something more important was presented to her.

With subtly curious eyes, Melisande removed the ribbon then unfolded the parchment to access the contents within. She proceeded to meticulously reach each and every single word.

[color=f68192][i]So, the Dremora Enslaver herself wishes to shackle us too. How predictable.[/i][/color]

[color=b9b5fa][i]I do not believe she's aware of your existence, Kronos.[/i][/color]

[color=f68192][i]Ha, the fact that the vexatious feyling knew how to abduct me from my home is proof enough of their conspiracy. Regardless, we shall humor her... so I can drag her [b]kicking and screaming[/b] into the Shade, her symphonic cries of agony shall ring through my domain.[/i][/color]

[color=b9b5fa][i]... ... ...[/i][/color]

[color=b9b5fa][b]"I am extremely honored, Headmaster."[/b][/color] Melisande curled a convincing smile, concealing the turmoil in her heart due to finding merits in Kronos' assumptions. Regardless, being involved in the Wizard Queen's inner circle would undoubtedly expedite her mission. 

[color=b9b5fa][b]"Yes, through the Society of Young Magic to be more specific, Lord Blackthorne's foundation for academic pursuits."[/b][/color] To be studying directly under the Court Mage himself... indeed this was an opportunity of a lifetime. However, she couldn't help but wonder if Mother - and even the Wizard Queen herself - had arranged something behind the curtains. After all, even though Duke Rhinecliff had promised the Tearmoon Matriarch that he'd provide assistance should her daughter needs it, Mother ultimately wouldn't care whose side the coven would be on as long as they could replace the Royal Gardeners.

She'd imagine the Duke of Odonfield wouldn't be in favor of this arrangement...

[color=b9b5fa][i]My classmates are irrelevant.[/i][/color]

[color=b9b5fa][b]"I certainly wish they can be given similar opportunities, sir."[/b][/color] She nodded with a small, demure smile, feigning the bare minimum of faux care. [color=b9b5fa][b]"Understood, take care, professor."[/b][/color] With the next step of her task already laid out for her, Melisande took her leave from the office, returning to her dormitory to prepare for her departure to Hathforth Castle.

[@Estylwen]