-----Jame's POV-----
"Uncle James, uncle James!" Icarus was running towards me in the corridor, being full of energy after his morning class of poetry and whatnot else that he was studying. He was basically taking classes mostly at home since he went to a prestigious academy, where the students mostly came just to see each other, and other than that they were schooled at home by the teachers their parents picked for them. Spoiled brats. Unlike me, I had nothing when I was a kid. I had to scrape myself from the bottom, I lived through these hundreds of years working hard just to have money to feel... comfortable. Yes, comfortable I'd call it. Not to have to worry about the housing wherever in France I went, not having to worry about paying the people that I hired. Having money came with ma
