Page 14 of Knot What She Seems
FRIDAY:
10:00 AM – Scenario Training with Madam Ellora, Mrs. Lotty, and Mr. Sneaks
Scenario Training is my least favorite of all the classes. You’re given a situation and must react accordingly. Last week, we were all instructed to create a menu and seating chart for an upcoming “ball” we were supposedly hosting. The week before that, we had to design a dress befitting a mating ceremony with our future alphas.
Gag. Me.
I click on the document labeled Eros Academy.
Teddie’s name appears in bold letters on the top of the page. Below it is the standard “You’ve been accepted, blah blah blah,” and “You’re helping your country blah blah blah.” I sift through all of that until I reach the class schedule.
TUESDAY:
8:00 AM – Combat Strategy with Alpha Jameson
10:00 AM – Self-Defense Training with Alpha Team X
1:00 PM – History with Alpha Tamlin
5:00 PM – Diplomacy with Alpha Peter
THURSDAY:
10:00 AM – Offensive Training with Alpha Team X
11:00 AM – Introduction to Weaponry with Alpha Kylian
3:00 PM – The Art of War with Alpha Jameson
9:00 PM – Know Your Enemy with Alpha Tamlin
FRIDAY:
3:00 PM – Hand-to-Hand Combat with Alpha Team X
7:00 PM – Scenario with Alpha Team X
What the fuck is this nonsense? I don’t think I’ve taken this many classes since…I don’t even know when. And who the fuck is Alpha Team X? And Alpha Kylian? I recognize most of the other names, but these must be new instructors.
And what is “Scenario”? Is it similar to the Scenario class we have at Darling Academy?
I swallow repeatedly and then lick my dry upper lip.
At least I only have classes in both schools on Friday. That will make things easier.
I scroll further down the document and frown when I reach a section titled “boarding arrangements.”
I frown. It never even occurred to me that I would have a roommate at Eros Academy—or even a room, for that matter. Are they like the dorms here? That would make things easier.
But for some reason, I don’t think I’ll get that lucky.
Sam Buckley.
Huh.
Well, fuck a duck. Caran couldn’t get the prince a room of his own?That hacker’s getting a strongly worded text.
The name of my new roommate is accompanied by a picture of a smiling boy with floppy brown hair and dancing green eyes. He appears…skinnier than any of the other alphas I’ve seen before, but then again, appearances can be deceiving. I can’t help but think that he looks slightly familiar, though I’m almost certain I never met him before. Perhaps his family is one of the nobles.
