"The Kingdom of Blood was founded many generations ago, when the blood of many was spilled, and soaked into the land, making the soil, and the plants around, crimson. The ruler of the realm is a man of the name The Night. Nobody knows his real name, nor have they even seen his face. But all know you do not want to-"

"'To cross his power', yes yes I know!!"

"Yvette be quiet, and let me finish the lesson! Ahem, anyways, The Night rules our land with an iron fist, and since his rule, none have dared to defy or threaten our land. It is said The Night harnesses great power, and could easily crush any competition with the simple flick of his wrist."

"Okay," Yvette shouted, knocking over her chair as she stood. The man speaking looked over from his blackboard, and let out a long groan. "This is boring, and I want to leave."

"Yvette, your mother requested that you at least finish this lesson today!" The man replied, setting down his chalk and folding his hand into his royal blue robes. Yvette scoffed, and adjusted the sleeves on her coat. The man sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I know all of this already Cedric!" She replied, brushing a piece of hair out of her face and back into place. Cedric strode towards Yvette, making her tense up slightly.

"Yvette. please. Sit down. We're almost done." Cedric said quietly, a light smile playing along his lips. Yvette looked up at him for a long time studying his features. His black hair was slicked back, and a few pieces of white were sprouting up. His eyes were green, but not a bright green. More of a jade. She glanced away, scowling under her breath.

"Fine." She agreed begrudgingly, picking up her chair and grumpily sitting back in it. Cedric chuckled under his breath, taking his place at the front of the room again.

"As I had been saying, the reason The Night has stayed our monarch for so long, is also why no one has attacked us in centuries. He is very powerful. It is better to be safe behind great power, than vulnerable with mediocre power. Now, who created the land we stand upon according to history records?"

"The great dragon lord, Akhekhu. It is said that one day, he flew down to rest, after flying of days. He was weary. When he laid down, he was so exhausted, he never woke up, and thus created the land we walk upon." Yvette was spinning a knife on the table top, boredom overtaking her, but still complying with Cedric's wishes.

"Very good. What year did the Kingdom of Blood come to be?"

"Like you said, generations ago, but specifically, twenty generations ago. Our land was being fought for, the natives against invaders. The invaders and natives killed many of each, and thus, the blood soaked into the ground, or the scales of Lord Akhekhu, and so the vegetation became red for years to come. As of now, the vegetation has returned to normal, but occasionally, a sprig of red grass, or a dark red tree, will turn up, and remind us of our past, now Cedric may I please go!"

"Yes, Yvette, you may go now." Cedric said, a triumphant yelp from Yvette echoing through the room. She ran to the open window, and jumped out, balancing steadily on the ledge. The outside air smelled of rain, and dirt. People below chattered along, engulfed in their own conversations and having a good time. Yvette looked around, till something caught her eye. Specifically, a hooded figure, making their way stealthily through the crowd. Curious, she walked along the ledge, her eyes trained on the figure.

"Yvette!" Someone called form below. The girl wobbled slightly, but quickly caught her balance, and glared downwards. Beneath her, was a woman, with long, voluptuous ginger hair and icy blue eyes. She wore a dress of silk, which was a light pink colour, and in her arms was a basket of bread and fruits. Yvette smiled haphazardly.

"Hello, mother." She murmured, jumping down form the ledge, and landing in front of her angered mother.

"What were you doing up there?" She inquired, grabbing Yvette's arm and dragging her along. "Damn it, I lost site of the cloaked figure." "Answer me!"

"I was done with my lesson with Cedric so I was exploring!" Yvette said, exasperated, and annoyed.

"Where is your dress?! What are these rags?!" Her mother pulled at her coat and shirt, making her daughter shy away.

"Cedric gave them to me, because dresses are dumb, Yori!"

"Don't you ever call me by my name, you address me as mother and nothing else!" Yori shouted, causing people to turn in their direction of the two women. Yvette looked down at the ground, gritting her teeth.

"Fine."

"I have some more errands to run, you stay with me, because obviously you need supervision always," Yori started to sped up, still tightly gripping her daughter's sleeve. "You'll never be an adult, or be able to take over our House is you keep acting like a stupid child..."