As the tale unfolds, I found myself in a noble predicament – caught between my brother's urgent summons and my innate ability to turn a two-minute call into a five-minute nap.
Upon meeting my father, the bombshell dropped: "In three days, you're off to the royal academy." Shocked, I protested, "I'm not ready yet!"
My brother, the wise sage, insisted, "You're ready and old enough." I retorted, "It's a perilous idea! Our family's name will suffer because of my... spirited personality." Yes, I've exchanged pleasantries with high-ranking noble's son via fisticuffs.
Flashback to my rebellious youth at age 10, where party invitations doubled as battle warrants. It's not that I sought out fights; they just had a knack for annoying me, and my fists had a knack for responding. Post-punching escapades, our family bid farewell to take me in social gatherings faster than you can say "nobility brawl." and i have no desire to revisit such social spectacles.
Enter my mischievous brother, a vacation-bound tornado leaving chaos in his wake. I sensed the impending disaster, like a storm brewing on the horizon.
Bracing myself for the inevitable, I approached my mother, pouring out my heart, "Dear mother, please rescue your despairing son. I can't bear to part with this haven of love." My mother, the picture of joy, heard my woes with a smile, and in the end, simply assured me it was for my own good. Thanks, mom, for the emotional life jacket.
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Defeated, I retreated to my room, hungry and dejected. As a last resort, I attempted a hunger strike, skipping dinner in protest. Little did I know, my stomach had a rebellious streak of its own, and it wasn't on board with my grand protest plans.
2 days letter
As the curtain rises on my impending royal academy debut, I face the daunting decision of my future career path. Will I become my father's right-hand baron, ruling with distinction, or perhaps snag a governmental job in the vast empires? The possibilities are as vast as my uncertainty.
Contemplating my financial fate, I pondered, "Will my earnings be enough, or will I end up dining on budget beans and questioning life choices?" Business seemed like a lucrative venture, but alas, my knowledge in that arena was more mysterious than a wizard's spellbook.
In a moment of existential crisis, I found solace in a tune, belting out a questionable melody like 'ehe ha ha ha,' embracing my inner minstrel as I readied myself for the grand adventure that awaited at the royal academy.
Bid farewell to freeloader status; royal academy life for us low-level aristocrats means no more servants. It's a tragic comedy, knowing I'll leave my home, my beloved countryside, and face the harsh reality of a servant-less existence. Let the hilariously humble adventures begin.!
Another day goes by...
As the sun dared to rise, I begrudgingly joined the waking world with a classic, "Damn, the morning has come again." Today's agenda: a grand journey to the capital with my damn brother, who happens to be in the employ of the esteemed Duke.
Now, the Duke's second son, Cedric, is slated to join the royal academy alongside me. He's my so-called best friend, though lately, he's been more preoccupied with a certain beauty he's engaged to. Not that I care, but it stings not to have a fiancée – or at least someone to share the misery of early mornings with.