Your Maids... and the President

The heart stopping moment never came, instead the pair of you were met with the stern frowns, or attempt at one, of your maids. Any residual fear from the consequences of discovery gone with the unladylike giggle slipping through your lips and relief filled your lungs. Kindly, they never caught you directly in the act.

"Anything important, Madeleine. You interrupted my private time with sister." Addressing the older of the pair, a middle aged cow-woman, her race betrayed by the horns pushing out of her dark hair and the tufted black-and-white tail swinging behind her. Even if it was tailored to her, the entire outfit seemed to strain against her bountiful curves and you could clearly see the small bulge where she had placed the blood stone - a magical artifact which acted as a homing beacon to whomever it was bound too. A dangerous tool in the hands of an assassin.

Unphased by the tone of her mistress, the nanny far too familiar with her antics after a lifetime of service starting from when Ionne had suckled at her teats. "While milady was getting reacquainted with lady Makoto, a number of requests for an audience came. Most can be ignored or put off till later, but the young heir of en Nalaser came to discuss your role and duties in Oath Sword and the Student Council President-"

Interrupted by a newcomer into the glade, her golden hair trailing behind and having replaced the dress she had worn for the regular school uniform, the change not making her any less stunning. "-came to find her." Finishing the sentence. "Don't worry, you aren't the first or only petites sœurs sneaking off. Love is a beautiful thing, I'm glad you've already found it so early during your stay at Académie de Lis." She sang in a playful melody, spinning around, looking out into the patch of wilderness rather than at you, giving a measure of privacy. Seemed had a fondness for surprises.

Suddenly the glade felt remarkably crowded, especially as Wyne fussed with your shirt and tie. Getting in close as if to cover your partial nakedness from any curious onlookers. It was hard not to snap at the twin-tailed girl when she managed to get another button into the wrong hole. The daughters of, mainly, the higher nobility were allowed a personal maidservant to accompany them. Swelling the numbers at the academy. Relying on those in your sister's family meant there had a race against time to have a new one trained when you had been allowed to return home. Clearly not enough.

Your glare turned her cheeks as red as her hair, eyes watering but she managed to hold back any undue emotions as she finished up her work. Frustration hiding any shame or worry you may have felt when she stepped away while you curtsied, bending your knees and head deeply, to greet Little Empress. Could chastise Wyne properly later. This had also been the first time she saw you and Ionne together. "Apologies, grande sœur."

"How can house en Dalascar be of service to the student council? If it's to discuss the application to join, surely that could've waited until later." Ionne trying to restore some normalcy to the situation. Only a trio young women discussing their studies during a relaxing walk in the garden and not anything else.

"Why, my words holds large sway during the vote, naturally I'd like to get to know the new candidates personally so I won't regret my endorsements later. Nothing more." Maintaining the same easy, practiced smile, a picture of neutrality, that all of you wore. Only hers felt genuine and you felt the defenses you had put around yourself slipping away by her geniality. "Already I feel we've gotten so close to each other," her attention shifted to you in a barely perceptible pause, "but you have to introduce me and your friend there. Hybrids are so rare in this academy."

"al Rhiren-Alic-" You answered in Ionne's stead, honor demanding nothing else, but were interrupted like Madeline had been earlier.

"Your family isn't you. My friends call me Alisa." Closing the distance between you, her hands clasped around yours. Her sheer speed had taken you by surprise, as fast as mother when she was serious.

"It's Makoto, gra... no, Alisa." At your usage of her name, she beamed. Clearly living up to what she had hoped.

She didn't answer directly, instead studying you intently. A blush crept into your cheeks at the attention, feeling the same kind of warmth where your hands were joined. It was hard not to avert your gaze, or to drown in that sea of blue flecked with gold where you saw your eyes reflected in hers. "An-anything else?" Eventually losing that battle of wills. Your voice gruff.

"Would you consider applying to join the Student Council?" Glancing to the side, you saw Ionne frozen in place, giving no hint or aid as to the right answer. You hadn't considered joining. Few first years did unless their family were especially powerful alumni, enough to secure the votes required to be competitive for their chosen position and - far more importantly - remain in place once elected. An endorsement from both sister and gra... Alisa could change things.

Leona and Orianna would certainly be proud if you managed it, the free-spirited Clawdia was far less concerned about such things.

Leaving the question of would you want to? Which position?