Really Harsh

Now that was able to garner a reaction from Sylvia.

Her expression changed as she choked and stared at him in shock.

“A prince?”

It’s not that she was unaware of how royalty from various countries attended the academy; it was merely that encountering upon one seemed too far fetched to her. If few days ago one told her she would be encountering a prince, she would really laugh at their face.

Amusement showed in his eyes.

“Why does it seem as though it is your first time seeing a prince?”

“Because it is,” Sylvia responded, “wow! Hold on! Let me process this. Fuck, whoa!”

Once calming herself down, she commented, “Is this what Cinderella felt like? That’s a wrong analogy, but still.”

“You shouldn’t be a scholarship student,” he stated, “and looking so clueless, who are you?”

“A misfit,” Sylvia stated, “a total commoner with empty pockets. Was forced here and am planning to get expelled. Help would be appreciated. Of course, nothing that would place my life in danger.”

“The one who forced