I restrained my impulse to hold her in my arms. “Don’t play with scissors!”
I was flustered and anxious when I saw her waving the scissors toward her neck.
Sylvia didn’t answer. She clenched the cut locks and stared at me in silence before she finally made up her mind. Sylvia place her right hand over her heart and bowed before me.
“Prince Rufus, please allow me, Sylvia Todd, to study in the Royal Military School. I’m willing to pay any price for that. Please give me a chance, Prince Rufus.”
Her trembling yet resolute voice echoed in this narrow space. I looked at her in a daze.
After a long time, I finally gathered myself to speak. “Stay with me. I will protect you. What happened today won’t happen again. I promise.”
Sylvia looked up at me with determination; her eyes were begging me.
I looked away. I didn’t dare to look at her. “If you enter the school, I won’t be able to protect me all the time.”
“So, stay with me.” I couldn’t bring myself to say the last sentence out loud.
“Prince Rufus, I don’t want to be a burden to you,” Sylvia croaked.
I closed my eyes and let out a weary sigh. “Have you made up your mind?”
“Yes.” Sylvia was firm with her decision.
The determination in her eyes softened my heart. Perhaps Omar was right. He knew our mate better than anyone.
The beautiful canary wanted to break out of the cage. I didn’t know if I should chip its wings and keep it with me or fulfill its wish to behold the blue sky. I was in a dilemma.
Sylvia’s POV
My heart was pounding. Rufus was staring at me helplessly. I didn’t know if he was thinking about what I said. But going to the Royal Military School was my only way out. I had to fight for this opportunity.
I licked my chapped lips, took a deep breath, and looked at him. “You…”
Before I could finish my words, Rufus suddenly pulled me into his arms. My nose collided with his chest as his pleasant scent greeted me.
My breath caught in my throat, and my skin prickled with goosebumps.
My mind was racing a mile a minute as I wondered what I’d do next.
Rufus lowered his head, his hot breath blowing against my neck.
“Why do you want to go to the military school? Huh?” he whispered into my ear.
The hair on the nape of my neck stood up, and my body tingled. It felt as a soft feather was brushing against my ear.
“Say something,” he said softly.
His low, magnetic voice was like a current surging through my body, making me tremble unconsciously.
The intimacy made me weak in the knees. I quickly pulled back, trying to keep a safe space between us. But he held my shoulders, stopping me from stepping back.
“I want to be stronger. I don’t want to be a pushover anymore,” I said, swallowing my emotions.
“The Royal Military School only trains elites. Every student is carefully selected from the packs.” He stood up without taking his hands off my waist. “What makes you think you are qualified?” he asked, staring into my eyes.
His arrogant question felt like a long sword ramming into my heart.
My face turned pale as anger surged through my veins. I had thought Rufus would be different from others. But I didn’t think he, too, would look down upon me. I was both dejected and depressed. His words broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I stepped back, trying to free myself from his hold, but he held me in place, making it impossible to move.
“Look, you can’t even get rid of my control,” Rufus said ruthlessly.
My anger and frustration were in sharp contrast with his calmness. He smirked at me as if I were a mouse, trying to escape from him-the cat himself. I summoned my strength and glared at him. My anger reached its peak as his words continued to ring in my ears. I tried to break free and even fought with him.
But Rufus always guessed my next move and effortlessly dodged my attacks. His close combat skills were perfect. Every time I thought I could defeat him, he would suppress me the next moment. I felt like a prey struggling to escape the hunter’s net.
I tried my best, but Rufus pinned my hands behind my back and pressed me against the table. My heart sank as I realized how weak I was; I didn’t stand a chance with Rufus.
“Do you realize where you stand? This is the difference between you and a military school student.” I heard Rufus’ calm voice from behind.
I wasn’t willing to give up, so I tried wriggling out of his hold. However, my inability to fight back infuriated me. I didn’t want to live like an ant all my life and let the bullies trample me.
“Do you still want to study there now?” Rufus asked again.
I remained silent because I knew Rufus would laugh at my answer. However, I’ve had enough; I wanted to work hard for myself and become stronger.
“Yes, I do. I realized how small and insignificant I am, and that’s why I want to study. I don’t…” The words choked up in my throat. I gulped and dropped my gaze to the floor. “I don’t want to live on like this.”
My voice was barely above a whisper, almost as if I was talking to myself.
Just when I felt hopeless, Rufus let go of me. I turned to look at him in surprise. He was staring at me tenderly, his lips curled up in awe.
“Sylvia Todd, I allow you to study in Royal Military School.”
Sylvia’s POV
Rufus and I stood together at the gate of the Royal Military School. I felt like I was dreaming. I discretely pinched my arm, trying to make sure it was real. It hurt a lot, so this wasn’t a dream at all.
I stole a quick glance at Rufus, who was calmly talking to a subordinate of his. I was still at a disbelief. I never thought going to this royal school would ever be a possibility for me. Not even when I had Rufus by my side. After all, he was still famous for his coldness and indifference. Even though he was my mate and had come to my rescue many times, I understood that our relationship was really nothing more than a mutual understanding that we needed each other.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”
Once his subordinate took off, Rufus reached one hand out to me and patted the top of my head with the other. I came to my senses and followed him, my heart filled with indescribable joy.
The Royal Military School had been around for nearly a thousand years. It could be seen in its architecture that looked even more ancient than some buildings in the imperial palace. Although it looked less luxurious, it definitely looked more sacred. At the center of the school grounds, there was a huge statue of a man holding a machine gun.
“Cornelius Duncan, the creator of the empire,” Rufus explained, seeing that I was looking at the statue.
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