Realistic or Modern The Delvan Academy for the Royal's Children

[Gupi]

Since long ago, the world has been at war.


It once reached the point that no one questioned the news of a new battle breaking along countries' borders, nor did they expect anything less than the constant bloodshed that was their lives. The world was torn apart, every country was forced to become involved or risk being caught in the crossfire. Alliances changed daily, cities were flooded with spies, civilians were forced to become soldiers, even children couldn't escape the grimness of that reality, and all hope seemed lost.


The Great War went on for half a century.


Twenty years have passed since peace came to the world. None have forgotten, but they neglect to remember. Life readjusted, the children grow up with little or no memory of that time.


The world is safe now.


But rumours are surfacing, political warfare has become viscous and full of violent threats. Random attacks come from no confirmed source, but they are all deliberate acts of aggression from different powers. War is on the horizon.


The royal families never formed true alliances during the war, but it was in one area that they all agreed. Their children would not be involved, and not one of them would risk their child's life.


The A.A.R.C. program had been established long ago and was run by the only truly neutral royal family, the Devers. It was abandoned during The Great War, the land of Auga becoming too dangerous to house the children safely and the Devers coming under direct attack.


With the coming dangers of the war, the program has been restarted.


The Devers had been sheltered by the Delvan royal family during the war, and so they began the program again in Delva when they had been given consent.


The D.A.R.C. Protection Program has been established, and you are about to begin attending The Delvan Academy for the Royal's Children.
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[Gupi]

Thursday,


The twenty-third day of May, In the seventy-fifth year of the New Age.


Early evening, nearing dusk.
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Huddled together for warmth, about the foot of the stairs to Kharnse castle, bundled up in winter furs and thick woollen cloaks, the Academy's staff stood silently watching yet another argument break out amongst the nobles atop the stairs. After a good hour waiting in the cold, they'd dropped any facade of ignoring the situation and just let themselves be entertained.

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"I will have you know that I am your princess, I am the heiress to this kingdom and you will treat me as such!"

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With a sigh, the mistress of the castle turned away from the princess and to her husband for reassurance, "She is being unreasonable, right? I have explained this again, and again, and yet she still talks to me like I have done her wrong."


"Do not speak about me like that! I am not a child, I am your princess and you bow to me."


Spinning on her heels, Madam Dever leant down, lowering her face to the young girl's level. Extending her hand, she placed it on the princess' shoulder, talking to her in a soft placating voice that didn't at all match her words. "Carduus, dear, I bow to no one. I am a refugee and guest within your father's kingdom, not a subject of his or yours. You are a guest on my grounds, and as your parents have told you many times, I am your acting guardian and you will listen to me. Now, please quit with this temper tantrum before any of our other guests arrive. I won't have you causing a scene."


Ignoring the indignant squawk from the young girl, and her spluttered argument, Dever turned to her husband to take his hand and the two descended the stairs to join her staff in awaiting the arrival of her new charges. Clarke threw a quick smile over his shoulder and added, "They are your guests too, your highness. You will need to welcome them to your father's land, and ask our Earth to bless their stay."

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Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Carduus Matrem Terra of Delva..
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Carduus pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head, turning to Emiline with a scowl. "I don't understand why we couldn't have stayed in Sarto. It's not like the war is on Delva's doorstep, it's barely even reached Terre's borders," she whined. It was probably the third time in the past week she'd brought the subject up with her companion, like if she complained enough the other girl could do something to change the situation.


"It's cold here, and Dever keeps trying to order me about like she has the authority to do that. And Clarke too! He isn't even an Earl," the blonde continued, tone petulant and scowl deepening further, "I can't believe I have to stand around with the staff in the freezing cold just to greet a bunch of potential enemies. This whole thing is idiotic."


Huffing, she stomped her way down the stairs, pausing briefly to glare at Emiline for not following immediate and joined the crowd just as the first carriage appeared on the horizon.

His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Roger Flint of the Banshu Isles.



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Adam had spent the vast majority of the journey from Banshu avoiding all conversation with his cousin, keeping the company of the servants and the guards. Never having travelled outside of Lume's islands before, he much preferred what little sightseeing they could fit into their travels over staying 'safe' inside the carriages like his cousin. He wasn't of poor health, or of any real importance politically or religiously, and they hadn't travelled through any particularly dangerous areas so no one had tried too hard to keep him inside until they reached the Delvan Mountains. Their guard practically abandoned them at the gate to the Academy, and Adam was woken from a late nap and moved into the first carriage with Leilani. Making sure Arlen was positioned in the seat beside him, and not out braving the cold with the few guards left to accompany them to the academy building, Adam mumbled a quiet greeting to his cousin.

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Arie Malone. Personal Servant to Leilani Leia Kekoa, Princess of the Banshu Isles.
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Arie frowned to herself when the two young men slipped into the princess' carriage. Prince Adam had spent the entire journey bothering the guards, rudely ignoring his cousin, and generally acting like a child. It was extremely inappropriate behaviour for someone of his stature, and the journey had mostly been spent trying her hardest not to reprimand him. Immature behaviour aside, he was still a prince and she didn't have any real authority over anyone, except maybe the prince's servant. "Your Highness?" Arie murmured, eyes still fixed on the men as she spoke to her princess, "We should be arriving at the Academy soon. Would you like your cloak or do you think you'll be fine with just some furs?"

James J. Stimson. Personal Attendant to Laurin Sol, Heir of Vento.



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"You think they'd have warned us it would be this cold," James muttered, ignoring the guard's laughter as he ducked back into the prince's carriage. Hunching forward to avoid hitting his head on the roof of the vehicle, the boy took his seat across from the prince and held out the furs the Academy guards had loaned him.


"One of these under your cloak should keep you warm until we reach the castle, your Highness," James told him as he handed them over. "According to the knight I just spoke with all of your belongings that were sent ahead have arrived and been placed in your rooms already. Also, three other carriages have already been sent through the gate, though he wouldn't tell me which families they belonged to."

 

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Emiline's fingers twisted in her skirts, the only thing giving away how worried the girl truly was. Her Highness aside, she'd rarely had any time to interact with anyone from her age group, and suddenly she had been taken from the castle, moved somewhere higher in the mountains of Delva, and told that she would be attending a boarding school with the princess and all the other royal families. What if they hated the princess? Or her? She barely managed to snap back into attention when the princess spoke to her, although she didn't bother trying to placate the girl; experience had taught that frequently that made matters worse. Still, she followed after with a moment's hesitation, pulling her own cloak tighter around her.

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"Why does it have to be so damned cold?" Ray leaned back in his seat, arms folded over his chest to try and keep the warmth in. He'd been given the furs ages ago, when he thought it couldn't possibly get any colder, although that had been proven to be wrong. He didn't understand how Aria had managed to deal with the cold when she'd been ducking out on breaks to enjoy the scenery, she was far too tiny to possibly survive these temperatures, not that she acknowledged the fact. Shivering and a runny nose aside, she'd seemed to enjoy it, so he'd decided not to argue with her on this one.


"S-s-stop complaining so much, th-they didn't have to take us in," Aria murmured in response, although even she wasn't sure if her stuttering was due to nerves or her own constant shivering. She clutched her cloak tighter around her, even with her heaviest dress, the furs, and a cloak, the cold still permeated through everything at an almost unbearable level. "B-besides, the snow's b-b-beautiful. It's a nice change in sc-sce-scenery."


"We didn't ask them to take us in. And 'beauty' aside, the snow's cold. Sand's much prettier. And it doesn't freeze people to death. I think I'm dying now." Ray seemed insistent on sulking, his frown deepening. Aria was unsympathetic.


"They offered, father a-accepted, and whether or not you like it we're still g-guests. I doubt you'll die before we enter the gr-gr-grounds, anyway."


Alex watched their exchange without a hint of amusement, although he was glad that the prince was directing his irritation to something other than himself. He'd been listening to these complaints practically since they'd crossed the borders of Auga, and they'd only increased in malice and intensity the closer they got, including a memorable occasion where the prince had sworn on every god and goddess that he would be going back to Sakala if he'd have to walk there himself, and that he didn't care if the guards came because between him and Alex, he would be perfectly safe, even in a war zone. His sister had managed to talk him down, mostly by pointing out that even if that were to be true, it would be a long distance to walk in the cold. His eyes landed on Lilium for about long enough to lift an eyebrow at the girl before a gap in the siblings' conversation allowed him to speak. "We should be arriving before too much longer, your Highnesses."

 

[D R E A M E R]

The young and rather sickly young woman had barely left the carriage, unlike her cousin who seemed to be a little more outgoing and seemed like he had little to no interest in the young woman. They were almost polar opposites and really had nothing in common. Since the journey to the academy was rather dull for Lani, she occupied herself with reading and taking a nap. By the time they arrived she had been reading a book that was rather interesting. Raising her gaze from her book, Lani looked at her servant and smiled slightly. "I think I should be fine with my furs. It isn't too cold outside so I should be warm enough till I get to the academy" Lani's tone was very warm and calm, reflecting much of her personality. She sat very straight and proper despite any and all road conditions. Brushing back a few strands of her bangs, the young woman sighed and looked out the window of the carriage. Sighing, Lani watched the carriage approach the academy, people braving the cold in order to greet others. "On second thought, I may like to wear my cloak. Everyone looks quite cold" The fair girl turned to Arie and smiled softly before once again looking out the window to watch the academy come more into view.


The carriage soon was parked in front of the academy and Lani fixed her bangs, making sure her hair was okay as she waited for the carriage door to be opened. Often people who didn't know of her condition felt that she was rather spoiled and pampered due to the constant attention she gets from her servants and guards. This caused many to feel that she was not only spoiled but also snobbish. Of course Lani isn't in the slightest as her main companions have been servants, maids, and guards. Since she can't do much she's isolated from the rest of those around her, making her seem quite unsocial. Though Lani doesn't really mind as she's a bit of an airhead as it is and often misses the fact that people think or say these things possibly around her. But no matter. She was of a long line of royalty, she could handle some bad mouthing here and there.


(Note: Baby Dreamer had a writer's block. Don't kill me for horrible writing skills xD

 

[Neko Mimi]

Neah Neidhardt, Prince of Gatilar

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'Ah~ what a migraine~' Neah thought to himself, a small smile was plastered on his face but a vein was threatening to pop out from his forehead by now.


It has been long, too long (No, it hasn't) since he had been sitting in this tight space they dare called a carriage and it hasn't been well so far ever since the days agone. It was supposed to be a normal like every day per se, the same routine: pretend to study, sneak out, play, sneak in, fail, scolded by Oli, the end. But then a few days ago, it changed: pretend to study, sneak out, get caught by dearest father out of all people, and that was the starting of a life-changing event of his.


To sum up all the headaches Neah has is a troublesome and needless program which he just had to attend and leave his companions behind, truly sad. Apparently, it is a place called Delvan Academy or some sort, was reestablished and the Royal children of each country are required to join this program due to the chaotic uproar about another war, bull-crap. Neah sighed for the fourth time since the journey and fixed himself into a more comfortable position; he was so anxious to get back to the forest behind Gatilar, there was where he really should be, and certainly not imprisoned is some castle far away from it.


However, there was no helping it, it was mandatory for all royal children which included himself too. The fifth sigh, well, looking at the bright side, this program might actually bring peace to the countries, strengthen the bonds of future leaders and all. Neah stared outside the window, ‘No use worrying about what has passed’, he thinks. He unconsciously leaned more against the window, unaware of his improper manners. All he sees beyond the window was white, pure white snow covered most of the passing scene before him, on the pavement, on the trees, white was everywhere. It wasn’t really that cold but it was definitely beautiful, and for some reason it looked different from the winters of Gatilar, maybe because it was a new place. Neah behaved himself for once, maybe not completely, considering his awkward sitting posture in the carriage, but he told himself it was enough, that he didn’t threw a fit although he really wanted to. He took a glance at the man who sits opposite to him, Oliver Declan, 18 years old, his personal servant and a friend; he almost look tense and yet he still has that calm composure, typical Oli. He just sat there in the carriage and waited patiently for their arrival at Delvan. A moment later, he was knocked out like light.


(I'm not exactly a writer material, apologies....pls inform me if well, anything)(Juri~ I'll a wait fer ya commands)

 

[Clock]

Prince Laurin Kavka Sol, heir of Vento

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Laurin Kavka Sol, lone heir of Vento was not in a good mood. He acknowledged his servant with a slight nod, making no attempt to take the furs. The air inside the carriage was chilly and the cold seemed to have settled into his very bones. His pale face was flushed red, his eyes dark from a lack of sleep and his usually soft features rendered gaunt from a loss of appetite. The steady rocking of the carriage was the only noise for a long while as Laurin thought of his future. An academy for royal brats. His parents had been looking for an excuse to send him away and here it was. He remembered what his father had told him before they left. We are not a strong kingdom, Laurin. Your actions there will affect us all. Laurin glared at the rumbling hills they passed and caught the sight of orange fur: Mira. He relaxed.


"When we arrive, you will find a barber and have your hair cut," he finally spoke to James. There was no smile on his face, but he could not hide the amusement in his eyes. Laurin knew that James was used to his shaggy hair. But, his father hated his servant's hair and basically, everything about him.


"When you are at the Academy, I hope you will make useful friends. Not kitchen boys. Ones that will help you when an army arrives at your door." William Kavka Sol was an imposing, military man.


"Of course, father."

 

[Neko Mimi]

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