From the very beginning, the world of magic had been divided into many kingdoms. Some were peaceful, living in harmony beneath golden skies. Others were chaotic, ruled by unrest and endless conflict. And some… were wildly deadly, where danger lingered in every shadow and survival was never guaranteed like morwayne which was ruled by deadily vampires and Among them was the one.
Among these kingdoms stood Arkanis—unlike the others.
It was a place of quiet strength and gentle beauty, where magic flowed like a calm river and the people lived without fear. Within its towering walls, laughter was not rare, and the weight of darkness had yet to settle.
King and queen had made the whole kingdom happy no one elwas suppressed everywhere there was only one sound Hail king thalion! and Hail queen serephina!
And in this peaceful kingdom lived three princess and the youngest of three sisters Zephrine—unaware that beyond the safety of Arkanis, the balance of their world was slowly beginning to break.
The palace windows were casted with golden light of sun everything normal like everyday.The tall doors creaked open, and a lady stepped in, a stack of books pressed firmly against her chest she was bold with deep black hair yes she was lysandra the eldest princess. Her sharp emerald green eyes scanned the room—and landed instantly on chaos.
Curtains half-torn, cushions scattered, and right in the middle of it all—
"Zephrine!" Lysandra's voice rang out, cold and commanding. "What is the meaning of this?"
Zephrine froze mid-step, one slipper dangling off her foot, a mischievous grin still playing on her lips. "Meaning of what?" she said innocently, quickly trying to hide the ribbon she had been twirling.
From the window seat, sat Amaris holding her book let out a quiet laugh, watching the scene unfold. "You've been caught again," she teased softly.
"I have not!" Zephrine shot back, straightening up her deep red hair flowing back. "I was just… rearranging the room."
"Rearranging?" Lysandra repeated, raising a brow. She walked forward, dropping the books onto the table with a heavy thud. "By turning it into a battlefield?"
Zephrine crossed her arms, pouting. "Studying is boring. Why must I sit all day reading when the world outside is far more interesting?"
"Because," Lysandra said firmly, stepping closer, "you are a princess. And princesses do not run from their responsibilities,besides this interesting world is not for you."
Zephrine tilted her head, a spark of defiance in her eyes. "All princessess aren't same they have different genes different dream different habits different names different faces and Maybe I don't want to be like every other princess .....i want to..."
Amaris shifted slightly, now watching more carefully, sensing the tension. "Zephrine…"
But Lysandra was already speaking again, her voice sharper now. "This is not a game. You will sit down, open these books, and study. No more excuses."
For a moment, silence filled the room.
Then Zephrine sighed dramatically, flopping onto a chair. "Fine," she muttered, flipping a book open without looking at it. "But if I fall asleep, it's entirely your fault."
Amaris smiled faintly, while Lysandra shook her head, though a hint of hidden fondness softened her stern expression.
"Begin," Lysandra said.
Zephrine groaned. "This is torture."From the window seat, Amaris sighed, clearly not amused by this everyday drama. "Don't even try. You've been running around all morning again."
"I was not running," Zephrine protested quickly. "I was… exploring."
"Exploring?" Amaris laughed softly. "Is that what you call skipping lessons now?"
Lysandra walked forward and dropped the books onto the table with a loud thud. "Enough." She pointed to the chair. "Sit."
Zephrine groaned but dragged herself over dramatically. "You both act like I've committed a crime."
Amaris leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her tone turning playful. "Well, you do get away with everything." She smirked slightly. "Especially with him."
Zephrine blinked. "With who?"
"Oh, don't pretend," Amaris teased. "Our dear professor. The way he looks at you? He practically forgets to teach."
Zephrine's cheeks flushed instantly but she denied always she never even thought about that . "That's not true! He's just… kind."
"Kind?" Amaris raised a brow. "Or completely distracted by you?"
"I don't even notice these things!" Zephrine said defensively.
"That much is obvious," Amaris muttered under her breath.
Lysandra, who had been silently watching, finally spoke—her voice cutting through the light teasing. "Whether the professor chooses to ignore your behavior or not…" She fixed Zephrine with a stern look. "It does not mean you will pass , you even haven't covered your report on vampires tomorrow is it's last day"
Zephrine shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"You avoid your studies," Lysandra continued, her tone firm and unyielding. "You refuse discipline. And then you expect what? A miracle?"
"I don't expect—"
"You always get an F," Lysandra interrupted sharply. "And if you continue like this, you always will .... zephrine i and Amaris finished our studies it's your time now "
The words hung heavily in the air.
For once, Zephrine had no quick reply. She looked down at the open book, her earlier mischief fading into quiet frustration.
Amaris glanced between them, her expression softening slightly. "She's not completely hopeless," she said gently. "Just… easily distracted."
Zephrine let out a small sigh. "Studying feels like a cage."
"And ignorance is worse," Lysandra replied without hesitation. Then, after a brief pause, she added more quietly, "You are capable of more than this, Zephrine. But only if you try."
Zephrine hesitated, then slowly turned a page.
"…Fine," she murmured. "But if I pass, I'm taking full credit."
Amaris chuckled. "If you pass, I'll personally celebrate."
Lysandra allowed the faintest hint of a smile. "Let us begin."
Zephrine groaned. "Still feels like torture."A firm knock echoed through the room before the doors opened slightly. A servant bowed her head.
"Your Highnesses," he said respectfully, "His Majesty requests your presence."
Zephrine was on her feet instantly. "Saved," she whispered under her breath, already slipping away from the table.
"Zephrine—" Lysandra called sharply, but it was too late.
"I believe that means we are dismissed," Zephrine said far too quickly, flashing a grin before hurrying out.
Amaris shook her head, amused. "Convenient timing."
Lysandra gathered her books with a quiet sigh. "This is not over."
They all walked in the halls towards the grand hall where the king was waiting lysandra was walking forward while zephrine and Amaris whispering something either about lysandra's temper or remembering they did something that their father was calling them.
The grand hall stood tall and silent as the three sisters entered. At the far end, their father sat upon his throne, his presence commanding—yet his eyes softened the moment they landed on his daughters.
"Come here," he said, his voice warm.
Zephrine hurried forward first without hesitation. "Father!" she called, her tone instantly bright.
He smiled, opening his arms slightly as she reached him. "There you are."
Lysandra and Amaris approached more composed, offering respectful bows.
"We were told you wished to see us," Lysandra said.
"I did," their father replied, though his attention remained on Zephrine. "I have not seen my youngest all day."
Lysandra's expression tightened slightly. "That would be because she has not been where she was supposed to be."
Zephrine stiffened.
"Lysandra…" Amaris murmured, sensing what was coming.
But Lysandra did not stop. "She skipped her lessons again."
Silence fell.
Their father's smile faded just a little as he looked down at Zephrine. "Is this true?"
Zephrine avoided his gaze, suddenly very interested in the patterns on the floor. "…Maybe."
"Zephrine," he said, attempting a stern tone. "You know your studies are important."
She looked up at him then, wide-eyed and soft. "I know, Father… but they're so dull. And the weather was nice, and—"
"That is not an excuse," he interrupted, though his voice had already begun to lose its firmness.
Lysandra crossed her arms. "She needs discipline, Father. This cannot continue."
"I am aware," he replied, clearing his throat, trying to regain authority. He looked back at Zephrine " may i have an answer" zephrine looked up " father history is boring the war everything can't everything go peacefully"
.king sighed " my zeph we can't always get peace without war sometimes we need war to get peace" zephrine looked" but father the vampires we study are said bad what if they aren't bad—" " zephrine vampires are deadliest than any you never met them so you don't understand anyways You must attend your classes. No more running away. Do you understand?"
Zephrine nodded quickly. "I understand."
"…And you will not skip again?" he pressed, though less confidently now.
She stepped closer, gently holding his arm, her voice soft. "Of course I won't."
There was a pause.
Then he sighed.
"…Very well," he said, already giving in.
Lysandra stared in disbelief. "That is all?"
"She understands," he insisted, though even he didn't sound fully convinced.
Amaris hid a smile.
Zephrine, meanwhile, looked entirely pleased with herself.
"Thank you, Father," she said sweetly.
Lysandra shook her head. "At this rate, she will never change."
Their father chuckled lightly, placing a hand on Zephrine's head. "She is still young."
"And that," Lysandra replied, "is exactly why she must learn now."
Zephrine groaned softly. "Must everything turn into a lecture?"
Amaris laughed. "In this family? Yes."
Even their father smiled at that.
Lysandra looked at zephrine fine now ho and complete your report on vampires professor might be waiting amaris smiled " not professor call him sweetheart" lysandra moved amaris with her elbow to give her sign to keep quiet in front of king.
Zephrine looked at lysandra frustratedly" fine im going see ya" she stood and went outside slowly wandering here and there seeming unhappy.