"...I...I hate you, Erik."
I woke up with a round of tears on my face yet again with no recollection of what I dreamt about. It has been happening for the past few days. I wonder if I am ill...
I soon met Garett as I was leaving my room.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"...I am just lacking a bit of sleep," I answered.
"Will you be fine going out for today?" he asked.
"Of course."
Today, the first and second years are to head to the Museum of Asmaria Culture Society in order to learn more about Asmarian culture.
We were all to split apart and write down some facts upon each major exhibition and five of our choice. We could do the assignment as pairs or in groups. Charlotte and I were naturally together. We were going to invite Garett along as well, but he had other plans.
"How dare Garett make plans and leave us? I am going to find him and drag him along with us," Charlotte said irately.
Charlotte is still on the lookout for him...
We were invited into a group with three other girls. Although they seemed nice, it was a bit difficult for me to mingle with girls who were into romance or stories about the princes in our school.
Prince Erik was reading an excerpt from a book in ancient Asmarian language in front of a group of spectators.
"This is, of course, the closest we have to an attempt at reading the language. It has yet to be fully decoded by scholars as of yet," Prince Erik said.
His pronunciation is beautiful as always. I walked away from the crowd quickly afterwards.
"You do not want to hear the rest, Arielle?" Charlotte asked me.
I shook my head gently.
"Prince Erik does not need another one of his fans roaming around," I said.
I wandered around with Charlotte after a while.
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