Bab 180: Pawn and the princess

The sun's golden rays draped over the enchanting scene in front of the academy gates. A young woman with flowing golden hair stood there, her hair shining even brighter in the sunlight. Her eyes, a captivating shade of pearl blue, darted around excitedly, scanning the vehicles approaching the academy. Her face would light up whenever she spotted a black car turning the corner, but that sparkle would fade as the vehicle came closer and it wasn't the one she was waiting for. This was Rebecca, the princess of Schilla, a dignified figure now reduced to an impatient girl. If the people in Haven knew that their princess had been standing at the gate, waiting for someone else since morning they'd laugh and simply call it a joke, but here it was happening right now.

"Where are they?" she muttered in frustration, her gaze following each car that passed her.