Ashok watched intently as the Imperial Princess made her elegant way toward the empty seat beside the Heir of Cindergarde.
Ashok, seated in his usual composed manner, couldn't help but think, 'With this, everything is in place.'
His gaze shifted to the two figures trailing closely behind the Princess. They moved toward the remaining two empty seats in the classroom.
One of them, Ashok appeared to be heading straight for the empty spot next to him—a peculiar development given that no one else had shown the slightest inclination to occupy it until now.
'Looks like my desk mate is going to be one of the Princess's lackeys,' thought Ashok. Though, he couldn't deny the faint surprise bubbling within him. 'Strange that no one came to sit here until the very last.'
However, as his eyes returned to the front of the class, Ashok froze slightly. His crimson eyes locked briefly onto the radiant, golden gaze of the Princess herself, who had suddenly diverted her steps.
