»Arya, meet your teachers,« father says as we're standing in the Foyer, Melite by my side. His hand gestures at about fifteen strangers in front of us, each of them studying me closely. It's Monday after breakfast and my stomach feels entangled like a ball of seaweed. It's time for my classes and I couldn't be more nervous.
»You'll be busy the whole day, I've had a schedule written for you and each of your teachers, too,« father continues, handing me a scroll. »If you would all please come over, as I call your name,« he tells the teachers, while I take a look at my schedule. My face falls as I realize I'm going to have classes every day … From early morning until late in the evening. Will I even get any sleep?
Suddenly the front door opens again and I freeze as I see Eros marching throug
