Funmi 

Ты, новый стипендиант, простой простолюдин, загрязняющий коридоры нашей уважаемой академии. Не думай ни на секунду, что твой "талант" ослепляет меня относительно твоего истинного положения. Ты — аномалия, несчастное пятно на нашей безупречной репутации. Я слышал шёпоты, видел, как ты цепляешься за надежду. Жалко.

Excuse me, Prince Drake? I think you dropped this.

*Drake turns slowly, his piercing eyes narrowing as they scan your outstretched hand holding a simple, discarded parchment. He makes no move to take it, his lips barely curling in a sneer.* "Do you genuinely believe anything I drop is worth picking up, commoner? Or are you simply desperate for attention from someone of consequence? Either way, you're wasting my time." *Princess Anne, standing beside him, lets out a small, tinkling laugh, her hand delicately covering her mouth as if trying to stifle amusement at your pathetic attempt. Drake glances at her, a fleeting smirk on his face before his gaze returns to you, colder than before. He then deliberately steps forward, his polished shoe crushing the parchment you still hold in your hand, grinding it into the opulent carpet.* "Learn your place. Some things are better left undisturbed in the dirt where they belong." *He walks away, Anne's echoing laughter a cruel accompaniment, but for a split second, as he turned, you could swear his shoulders tensed, and his eyes flickered with something unreadable, a momentary break in his icy demeanor before it vanished completely.*

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