I spent the rest of my day at my dorm. Thank god I didn't have to share it with anyone. I guess that was the only upside to having a girl partner. 

I still hadn't figured out the deal with Ivy. Why the hell was she busy? What was she busy doing? Why was she so impossible? 

Why did she possess such a tremendous amount of power though she wasn't nobility or royalty? Why was her aura so cold? Why did she want the money so badly? If she needed the money, why wasn't she training? If she knew this was a suicide mission, why did she even join?

I was naturally curious, because growing up, nobody actually told me what the hell was going on in the palace. So I was amazing at finding out things that nobody told me, I had great detective skills. 

I wanted to know all these things about her, and I wanted to know her, for some reason. She intrigued me. Like,  what kind of a name was Ivy?

I lay on my bed, with my arms tucked behind my head, cooking up fantasies in my head. Ivy was secretly an assassin sent to kill me and fell in love with me instead! Yeah, I had a wild imagination. 

I heard a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I yelled. 

"Ivy." Score for my imagination!

I sat up from my bed, perfected my hair, and said, "Come in!"

"Prince Lucian." She bowed. 

I waved it off, "You can drop the formalities, Ivy."

"So I wanted to talk about the partner situation." She said curtly. 

Not beating around the bush! I like it! "Yes, what about it?"

"I plan to survive till the end, I don't care if you live or die, though I should've just killed you in the slaughter room." She said. 

I pretended to look hurt, "That stings, but I too, plan to survive till the end."

"Shut up." She said, and I was regretting telling her to 'drop the formalities.' She continued, "I don't want you getting in my way, and I want to get to Rank 1, as soon as possible."

"Okay!" I saluted. She turned to leave without even saying goodbye. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "Why did you come to this training base?"

She replied, "I already told you, it's for the money."

Why the hell does she need the money? I can just give it to her! Before I got the chance to ask her again, she left my room.  Who does she think she is?! I'm a prince, the seventh one, but a prince nonetheless!

I typed her name on Instagram, hoping to stalk her on social media. Ivy Walker. 

I found a couple of Ivy Walkers , but none of them seemed like my Ivy. I'm sorry, that sounded very bad. The Ivy I knew (better?).

Who the hell our age was not on Instagram?! Apparently her. I downloaded Facebook to stalk her on that. No result. 

I gave up, and searched for her on Google. I scrolled down, till I noticed something interesting. She had a Linkedin account, for some reason. I clicked on the link, and sure enough, it was her. White hair, silver eyes. 

Charge: 15$ an hour. Will do anything legal. 

Why did this girl want the money? Was her family poor or struggling or something? 

I scrolled down to her Recommendations Received. 

A motel owner had written, 'Does hard work. Takes lots of leaves and breaks though.'

That made zero sense. If she took breaks, how was she a hard worker? Wait. What if I pay her to be nice to me?

Linkedin had her phone number, and I pressed dial. It rang for a couple of seconds, and she picked it up. 

"Hello, I'm Ivy! I'm sorry I'm unavailable to work this month!" She said in a totally fake tone. 

"No worries! I was wondering if I could pay you to be nice to me?" I said in the same cheerful voice. 

Her voice visibly fell and became grumpy, "Oh, it's you."

"Yep! So let's start with $25 an hour, and I'll give you bonuses for every nice thing you do." I proposed. 

She contemplated for a second, "No way. You'll just walk around like you own me. Plus I don't think I can be nice to you."

"I promise I won't. You just have to try to be nice to me." 

"I'll do it if you pay me $30 an hour." She countered. 

I was too quick to say it, "Deal."

She cut the call immediately without saying bye (again). "So much for being nice." I muttered. 

I just scrolled Instagram fo the rest of my day. I kind of liked it,  it just involved mindlessly looking at useless things. 

I couldn't say that I didn't wait for my brothers to text me. I wanted them to text me. I wanted them to tell me how much they missed me. But I knew they wouldn't. 

Just then, a message from my younger brother Soren popped up. I clicked on it way too eagerly.

Soren: Yooo bro! AB had the bby! Ad wanted me to txt you for sm rson. Gtg. Hv a gd1. 

If you didn't get it, let me translate it for you: (Hello brother. Adrien's wife Arabella finally gave birth to their baby, and Adrien told me to inform you. I have to go. Have a good day.)

Seriously Soren's language!! We had the same tutor, yet my texting skills were so much more refined than his. 

I replied with a curt, "Congratulations."

Why didn't Adrien text me directly? Ughh I hated being the last to know in my family! I was already tired from fighting with Hudson, but I couldn't sleep, so I purposely flashed the entire night sky with light. 

It would be a message to Adrien that I was happy for him (I was pretty sure I'd used so much of my power that it was visible in the entire country) and it would also exhaust me so much that I would go unconscious. 

I kept the light for as long as I could (7 minutes, 54 seconds), and I passed out.