“Good morning, Miss Roar.”
“Good morning, Miss Milena, Miss Serin.”
In the academy corridor, Misha Roar greeted them warmly and bit her lip slightly as she watched the back of the two busy classmates moving away.
Over there, Young Master Ankart Calin was gathered with the students who shared a nearby dormitory room, chatting and talking about the latenight snack they had eaten while studying together all night.
A little more strength went into Misha’s jaw as she watched this. Despite hating the latenight snack that made her face blush, she felt envious of that scene.
She carelessly stroked her smooth cheek with her fingertips after a sound sleep.
The ones who just passed by were daughters of families closely related to Roar. Their kindness was only because of that reason, and there was a subtle distance between them that was hard to describe.
Right after the entrance ceremony, many students gathered around the daughter of the third lion. Misha’s beauty and background shone simultaneously, and she took the attention and admiration poured on her for granted.
But after the first test results were posted on the wall, the atmosphere changed.
She thought she had ‘studied’ as she did at home, but the result was harsh.
The academy posted the grades and rankings of all students on the wall, and she avoided being last only. Moreover, the grade difference with the one right ahead was significant.
The last was Duke Rocard Kaidel. He was still absent from school as he had gone to the resort with the second prince. He even abstained from the entrance ceremony.
After that, the students naturally moved away from Misha and gathered around Calin Ankart, the top student.
There was no involvement of emotions like disregard or contempt. If anything, it was closer to indifference.
Most students cling to the entrance exam for years to gain the connections and experiences provided only by the academy.
The kind of power that could be obtained at parties or tea parties was already in their family’s closets.
They had no time to socialize with someone who would soon fail and return home. That was the academy’s atmosphere.
Misha had no idea how to deal with this situation.
Even the female students in the dormitory corridor being indifferent to her new weekend dress and jewelry hurt her. They planned study schedules instead of going out on weekends.
Some students even planned study schedules for the vacation, so they might not wear anything but academy uniforms until graduation.
But Misha had inherited some robust power from her mother and endured it with graceful composure.
‘My father is His Majesty’s third lion. Someday they will have to accept me.’
In the meantime, I felt that everything would be fine if I studied a little more.
But Misha understood only about a third of the words the teachers used during class. She especially needed a large imperial dictionary.
Still, her faith did not waver. If the strength she had inherited from her mother had been so trivial, the countess would have lost her selfcontrol and caused a scandal long ago.
The glimmer of light that came to Misha, who was slowly losing vitality, was a week after the entrance ceremony. It was the day Duke Rocard Kaidel appeared at the academy.
Misha was beautiful, adorable, and graceful.
She had the power to make people passing by at parties take a second glance inadvertently. But rather, Duke Rocard Kaidel drew her to his side.
His gravity was so massive that it caused students locked in their dormitory rooms studying to come out to the relaxation hall themselves.
Duke Rocard Kaidel had finally appeared at the academy.
Misha happened to be passing through the relaxation hall corridor when she discovered him. He was tall, so his face was visible even surrounded by students.
Rocard was entirely different from Misha’s imagination.
Since he volunteered to participate in the war and saved the second prince’s life, she thought of a rough and cruel man who had held a sword from birth.
But he was beautiful. The curves his black hair tips made at his temples or ears made him look like a person with delicate sensibility.
When he looked at people, his eyes were wide open, emitting a vivid light. In them was a firmness and passion she had never seen before.
He laughed that the new academy uniform was uncomfortable, but Misha had never seen a man to whom the uniform suited so well. He deceived the viewer’s eyes, simultaneously revealing both a boy’s and a man’s face.
She already thought it was natural for him, who had risen as an unrivaled existence in the young aristocratic generation, called a cub of Tagar, to slightly look down on others. She would certainly have done the same.
But strangely, no one seemed to dislike him.
The students ceaselessly asked him about what the second prince was like, whether he had really saved his life, how barbaric the Amata tribe was.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
