The Silver Eyed Prince (Highest Royal Coven of Europe) by VJ Dunraven Read Free Book Online Page B

cap backwards, snorted to her left. “I'm Carlos.”
    “With a silent R, as in callus,” Ben said, “you know—like the corn on the foot?”
    “Don't let my friends traumatize you,” said the Asian girl to her right. She nodded towards Ben, who was using his comb as a sword, while Ca rlos used his hat as a shield. “They're actually really nice even though they're mentally ill.”
    Elizabeth chuckled and felt lucky to be welcomed. She saw none of them had strange eyes like Richard. In fact, they looked human. She couldn't tell the difference at all.
    “I'm Lela,” the Asian girl said.
    “I'm Elizabeth.”
    “My-oh-my!” Ben joined in. “Eelizzabeth! What a clazzically glamourouzz name!” He made elaborate curlicues in the air with a hand that had nails painted in neon blue.
    Elizabeth laughed and began to relax. She'd made new friends in record time.
    A sudden hush fell into the room.
    “Here comes Administrator Cutie!” Ben whispered. He and Lela cl apped their fingers quietly and suppressed giggles.
    Elizabeth watched in astonishment as Richard walked up the podium. She couldn't believe he was the Administrator, and she had picked an argument with him even before orientation. She ducked her head behind Ben, mortified.
    “Welcome, Primary Class!” He swept his gaze around the room. “My name is Richard Stapleton, A dministrator of Darian Hall. The Primary Class for the Tainted is a beginners' course in discovering your abilities for adaptive and positive behavior, which will enable you to deal effectively with the demands and challenges of coexisting with humans. Your curriculum is composed of four disciplines, namely; History and Religion, Social Hierarchy, Fundamentals, and Combat. Please pick up your brochures at the Tainted student lounge near the lobby and check out the assigned room for each class. Your classrooms are in the left wing and classes start at midnight.” He held up samples of the pamphlets.
    “Midnight?” Elizabeth's eyebrows shot upwards.
    “Yup. Same time since prep school.” Lela gave her a questioning look. “You did go to prep school right?”
    “I—uh—went to high school,” she blurted, then r ealized she shouldn't have said that, judging from Lela's stupefied expression.
    Thankfully, Richard chose that m oment to proceed with his speech and her gaffe was quickly forgotten.
    “On Monday you will start the first day of learning. May I remind you, Darian Hall is an exclusive school for Royals and the Tainted. The Royals are segregated in the right wing. Please remember, you are not allowed to wander on that side. Lik ewise, you are advised not to approach or disturb the Royals around campus unless it is absolutely necessary. Lastly, as citizens of our hierarchy, you are privileged to pursue progressive learning in any of our schools. With that in mind, I would like to thank you for choosing Darian Hall, one of the finest in the world.” He beamed with pride, concluding the orientation.
    “So! Are you excited to start school?” Ben asked as they made their way out.
    “Yeah.” Elizabeth hoped she sounded as enthusiastic as her new-found friends.
    “Well, it was nice meeting you.” Carlos shook her hand vigorously.
    Lela glared at him. “Take it easy! You're making her teeth rattle!” She gave Elizabeth an apologetic smile. “Welcome to the group, Elizabeth.”
    “Thanks for adopting me,” Elizabeth replied. “See you on Monday.” She waved as they parted ways in the main foyer.
     
    At the administrative chambers, Sir Henry observed the woman seated across the large table from him. In spite of her predicament, she held herself with the grace and poise of royalty.
    The Duchess still looked as regal as she did seven decades before when she was Queen, the time when her hu sband conferred him the knighthood in recognition of his excellence as Director of Darian Hall.
    “I shall forever be in your debt, Sir Henry,” she said. “I was afraid you wouldn't be able