As if he had heard my thoughts, Dario walked into the room holding two glasses of water and wearing a warm smile on his perfect face. But the Ike was mostly directed at Ilay, I just happened to be in his line of sight.

"I made these for you," he informed Ilay who was still too lazy to even sit up. "And you." Dario's eyes were on me.

I suddenly felt my face light up thrilled. Breakfast in bed, what a luxury.
"Oh, you're so nice. You didn't have to-" I stretched out to pick a pancake when Dario slapped the back of my hand. "Ow!" I quickly retreated it before turning to Ilay, feigning pain. But to my greatest surprise, Ilay's eyes were shut as if deeply asleep.

I pouted glaring at him.

"Wash your hands," Dario instructed setting the breakfast in two parts, one for Ilay and the other for me.

"Fine," I muttered rolling my eyes.

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I sighed smacking my forehead on the textbook. Why was it so cold today? If only I had asked for permission to skip school and just laze in bed, how nice that would have been. But Ilay wouldn't have allowed that because of the written test we had today. "This fucking suc-"

"What?! Drakon's future Czarina is here?" a girl squeaked from the center row.
The gossip around here never ends. One would have thought that such things would be uncommon in a mafia school, but no. They still gossiped like high school students, which was always painful to listen to.

"That's what I've heard. She said that we should address her only by her title."

Wait. I lifted my head, now filled with curiosity to my core. Future Drakon's Czarina? Wasn't that supposed to be me?

"Pfft! What a spoiled bitch. The heir is yet to ascend but she's already acting sassy. Argh! I hate those-"

"Excuse me?"
I was already standing next to them yet they hadn't noticed me from their immersion in the gossip.

"Yes?" one replied turning her face in my direction. "It's you." She smiled upon recognizing me. "I heard you got beat badly the other day-"

"Where is this, Czarina?"
They were only asking about my injuries to spread more gossip. I had already heard enough about me and the 'hot professor'. How the rumors painted me as some whore that had seduced Ilay. More gossip arose when I was spotted with Dario the day Ilay brought him here.
Yet here they were smiling to my face, damn vipers.

"Oh, she's in class B. Just got here... Why? Do you want to befriend her? It's a good move for the sake of your future career."

'Befriend her?' I scoffed in my mind.
"Thanks."

Before I could even leave the room, they had already forgotten about the Czarina and were now talking about me.
"Gosh! What did the professor see in her? He should be with someone like Angel..." I didn't stop to listen or argue with them.
While Angel was damn pretty, she just wasn't Ilay's type.

Gawd! I stopped in the corridor to give myself a scolding. Who was I to think that I knew Ilay's type? I didn't even know his favorite food yet. 'So stupid of me.'

A minute later, I was walking into class B. Without the need to ask around, I could already tell where this impostor was.
Sitting in the back seats surrounded by a group of eager faces, she basked in the glory, displaying her sassy nature from afar.

I felt my feet moving towards her, my eyes glued on her not-so-special face. All I found beautiful about her, was her short white hair that complimented her black eyes nicely.

"Tell us, have you met the heir?" a girl asked from the group. "Is he as hot as they say he is? How tall is-"

"Of course I have. How can I be here without having met my husband."

"Whoa! Are you already married? I thought the news was just rumors."

The white-haired female, who was around twenty-three, grinned. "We just had a little private wedding. My husband likes to keep things...simple."

Wow! I was utterly amazed by her confidence and her lies. If I hadn't been Ilay's wife, I'd have believed every single thing that came out of her mouth.
I stopped a small distance from them to watch her before I could decide what to do with her. 

Tucking my gloved hands in the pockets of my jacket, I sat on the closest desk available.

"...have your number?" It was a male student this time. But his absurd request was shut down by the females around Miss White's hair.

"She's the Czar's wife, why would she give her number to a nobody like you? Don't you love your family?"

"Stop embarrassing yourself. You're way below her league."

Ouch! That must have hurt his ego badly. And yet, he stayed there, smiling like a fool.
"Please, please, Czarina, can we take a picture with you? My mom will not believe it when I tell her I met you in class today."

"Sure. But I'll need my husband's permission. You see, my face represents more than myself. I wouldn't want to go against the rules we set."

This was getting more and more ridiculous. There was no rule between Ilay and I about faces and shit. Most of the rules I had to follow were about sex.
Ack! I'd go mad staying there a second longer. So I chose to leave.

"Hey!" someone shouted but I didn't pay attention. They couldn't possibly be addressing me, right?
"I'm talking to you, professor's slut."

My insides instantly shivered. Had I just been called... Ilay's slut?
Well, I wouldn't have cared if they had said it respectfully. But they were simply trying to provoke me.

I turned around with a smile on my face, searching for the bastard who had said that.
"Yeah, you."
It was the redhead closest to my impostor. "What are you staring at? Come and bow to the future Czarina or she'll fire your professor and kick your butt out of the academy."

I smiled even more, yet my soul was on the verge of explosion. "Really?" My eyes were on the white-haired female. "You're going to do that?"

"Hmph! That and way much more. I can bring down your family, kill everyone you care about, and-"

I picked up a chair and hurled it at the two females angrily.
Screams suddenly filled the room while the crowd moved away to avoid getting caught in the altercation about to follow.

"How dare you!" White hair cried, springing up, her hand on her nose, which was now bleeding. The other female had been struck on her temple by a steel leg of the chair, slicing open her skin in a straight line.
She was trying to stop her bleeding while scowling the life out of me.

"Grab her!" White hair screamed. "What are you waiting for? Grab and punch her hard enough until she pukes out her lungs?"
Still, no one moved.
Why?
Did I have a reputation I did not know of that made them so afraid of me?

Well, not really.
"Ahem!"
That voice sounded like... Dario.

I spun around, intending to give him a harsh scolding for interrupting my moment of glory, but grew numb the second I saw both he and Ilay standing by the door.
The look on Ilay's face leaked his desire to cover himself in fresh blood.

"Get out of the way!" White hair's yells drew my focus back on her.

She was pushing the people and desks in her way to get to me. "I swear I'm going to kill-"
I grabbed a water bottle that had been standing on the few intact desks and threw it at her, annoyed to my soul about her threats and pretense.

The others could only gasp as White Hair fell backward, her consciousness knocked to hell by the bottle, which had only cracked.
Only after her body thudded on the floor did two girls rush to check on her.