Rules, Classes, and Hard Times

I walked the halls of the dormitory, a large grand manor with many small rooms inside, a large banquet hall and open bath and other luxuries. Many of the other students were in deep conversation or had been giving instructions to servants to bring their bags.

I had a small bag that had few clothes, a bottle of oil I bought off a whore at a brothel, a quill and ink bottle which I bought in town and other things I thought would be useful. I made my way to my dorm room, which was all the way at the end. When I entered, it looked like a wooden jail cell. A small bed accompanied a small desk with a dresser, and a window marked the wall facing the door. It wasn’t furnished much beyond that, and I could feel a chill drafting in from somewhere. I was used to living in this at the small room at the stables, so it bothered none.

I unpacked my things and looked at the papers that were handed to me by the gate attendants.

The first one was a map. It showed the grounds of the academy. Places marked with where to get food, where to pick up my uniform, where to bathe and relieve ourselves, the library and the various areas where our classes would be held.

The second one was a list of my classes and which bell they would begin.

1. The first of the week, at 13 bells, The Will at Arena 1

2. The second of the week, at 9 bells, Nature at Arena 2

3. The third of the week, at 13 bells, Body at Room 3.

4. The fourth of the week, at 10 bells, Will at Arena 1

5. The fifth of the week, at 10 bells, Nature at Arena 1

6. The sixth and seventh of the week are breaks and dedicated to practice.

The third one was the rules.

1. No Student was to bring bodily harm to another student intending to kill

2. In order to practice the magic, students would have to choose a partner and have half a bell to prepare for the class’s lecture

3. Females are to wear two ribbons tied on their hair at the start of the day. One for the day’s class preparation and one for the day’s practice session. Ribbons must be tied in a quick-release knot.

4. Males are to engage the service of females by pulling off one of their ribbons. Girls cannot refuse this in order for the class to run properly.

5. Preparation for practice can only be held at the open baths, your individual dorm rooms, or the library.

6. Any student in violation of these rules will be expelled.

I made my way to the quartermaster to get my uniform. He handed me five pairs of black loose trousers and a fine wool sweater with the academy’s logo sewn into the top corner. He told me the washwoman would come to collect the clothes and wash them every day. He showed me where to drop my used clothes.

I had looked around, and the girls had the same sweaters, but they had instead of trousers, a black dress that went to their knees, some already in their black uniforms. My cock hardened at this, and I walked back to my dorm room awkwardly. I put on my uniform. It was a bit loose in my pants, but they were finer clothes than I had ever had for myself. I proceeded to the banquet hall to fill my now empty stomach.

I filled my plates with some rabbit pie and spiced candied apples, and I made my way through the long benches and tables to the far end to eat by myself.

Princess Elena was also dining in the hall, among others. She had put on her uniform already and was with a gaggle of peers. They all had the look of an aristocratic class about them. All of them fawned over her in such a dishonest way, telling them about their houses and how they thought her father, the King, would be the new Wizard King and united the Kingdom. I rolled my eyes at their bootlicking. All were trying to gain favor for their lesser houses with the great house.

It was then that Jann and his cohorts made his way over. Jann or Prince Jann was the youngest son of the King and the twin brother of Elena I had learned. He was a strikingly handsome young man I lamented — the kind of young prince you see in picture books and fables.

“Why are you here, commoner?” Jann said scornfully.

I said nothing and just chewed on my meal.

“I’ve heard you are Baroness Kira’s recommendation. Oh my, the Baroness must be in a sorry state to recommend you.” Jann said smugly. “Kira is no doubt a fine specimen. I remember having her when she went to visit the king. My father and I both had her. Oh, she no doubts seem like a cold widower on the outside, but between the sheets, you can not believe the things she told me as I had my cock into her. Let’s just say that it would make the top harlot at the busiest brothel in the city blush and go into the convent.”

He laughed and pushed his blonde hair back off his face. I roiled inside but said nothing. Nothing would be gained by striking this idiot.

“Oh, I should visit her again, her and her moist cunt. But I rather peel my eyelids than travel to her backwoods, nothing but trash there and her fat oaf of a son.”

I slammed my fist on the table and got up and raised my fist. Something froze me. I couldn’t move. It was the channeling, and it was strong. I writhed and vomited the food I ate on the table before me. I stood there unable to move. The will was on me, strangling my movements.

“Oh, sorry about that peasant. I just had my cock in the ass of one of my father’s lordling’s daughter. She practically begged me for it.”

He patted my shoulder and laughed and walked away with his entourage of bootlicking boys all cackling. I could hear people looking at me and cackling. I left promptly after in cloud of embarrassment and shame.