Yumetsuki
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❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 Celentine Academy's library was Aster's escape from the relentless social games of nobility. Here, no one whispered about status or bloodlines... only the rustling of pages and the scent of old paper filled the air. She made her way to the librarian's desk, where Madame Briswell barely looked up from her book. "You're early today," the older woman noted, adjusting her eyeglasses. "The ceremony ended quickly," Aster replied, placing her satchel down. "Good. There's work to…-
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__________________ ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ✧. ┊ ⋆ ★ Aster’s carriage came to a stop at the usual unloading area, a short distance from the academy gates. She took the most affordable option, a public carriage with wooden seats. Stepping out, she glanced toward the towering spires of Celentine Academy, her heart fluttering with excitement. The grand estate was as impressive as ever, and she…
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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺༻❁༺༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Just as Aster was about to settle into a quiet corner with her book, a loud crash echoed through the library. She jolted up, heart pounding. If that was a shelf tipping over, Madame Briswell would be furious. Madame Briswell, who had been peacefully flipping through her own reading material, slowly lowered her book. Her sharp gaze peered over her spectacles. Aster jumped to her feet before Madame Briswell could rise. "I'll check," she said quickly and hurried…
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*✩‧₊˚*✩‧₊˚༺୨୧༻*✩‧₊˚*✩‧₊˚ The spell of tension broke soon after Randall left the room. Since Flavia and her friends had failed to win his approval for their invitation, they were forced to head to the dining hall on their own. The corridors buzzed with chatter, every group of students eager to talk about the silver-haired newcomer. Katharina, equally charmed, linked her arm through Aster’s as they walked. “He’s like someone straight out of a fairytale,” she…
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⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ The academy buzzed with activity despite the lack of formal classes. It was the first day and students were free to explore and settle in. Some wandered the campus in search of clubs, others gathered for tea, a few practiced music, while the quieter ones found solace in the library. Among them were Katharina and Aster. After returning the fallen books to their shelves, the two girls found a spot at a wooden table. The scent of aged paper and ink…
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⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ The entrance ceremony at Celentine Academy was always a grand affair, but this year, the air felt charged with something different. Aster stood in the crowd of students, her gaze sweeping across the expansive auditorium. Everywhere she turned, hushed whispers filled the space, all centered around one topic: the announcement of the new Academy Council. Grand Duke Reginald of House Valemont, a man in his early sixties, stepped onto the…
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⛧°. ⋆༺⛧°. ⋆༺☾✹༻⋆. °⛧༻⋆. °⛧ As twilight settled over Celentine Academy, Aster let out a small sigh and set her pen aside. At last, her essay for the assignment was finished. The library, once bustling with students, had quieted to a hushed murmur. Ranley had long since left, leaving her to finish her duties alone—sorting books and ensuring the archives were in order. Surely, Madame Briswell, still tucked away in her office, would soon dismiss her for the evening. With her…
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*✩‧₊˚༺˗ˏˋ ☀︎ˎˊ˗ ༻*✩‧₊˚ The morning air was crisp as Aster walked through the academy's grand hallways, her thoughts preoccupied with a question she couldn't bring herself to ask. Over breakfast, she had almost asked Aunt Sally how they had traveled from Helios to Crescentis, but something made her hesitate. She could still picture the moment clearly. "Aunt Sally," she had begun, lifting her cup of coffee, letting its warmth steady her. "Uhh... never mind." Aunt Sally had only…
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⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ “Will I see you again?” “Please hold on to this for me. It’s proof that I’ll return. Let’s meet here again tomorrow.” The boy sat before her, his brunette hair glinting beneath the sunlight. “But you still haven’t told me your name,” said seven-year-old Aster, gazing up at him. In her small hands, she held the crescent moon crystal necklace he had just given her. “I’m Ran—” He hesitated, then quickly added,…
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✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ The weekend arrived and Aster woke up later than usual. There were no classes today, after all. As she lay in bed, she tried once more to recall the past. Nothing. The first memory she could grasp was from when she was seven—waking up beside Aunt Sally. She had no recollection of how she’d gotten there, no familiar faces from before. Only an overwhelming sense of loss, a sorrow too deep for a child to understand. She remembered crying until her chest ached, certain…
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────────⋆⋅♡⋅⋆──────── The morning air nipped at Aster's cheeks as she made her way toward her classroom, her thoughts lingering on the silver-haired boy from the market. She groaned internally. 'I must've looked so stupid back then.' The memory replayed in her mind: the accusation, her flustered reaction, and the unexpected way he had defended her, all in the span of mere moments. Not that it mattered. 'Well, it's not like I'm ever going to see him…
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・┆✦At the Academy Council Office ✦ ┆ The room carried the scent of vellum and polished wood. Despite its grandeur, the Academy Council Office felt cluttered---piles of documents stacked on desks, some gathering dust while others remained untouched. The council members sat around a long table, with Randall at the head as they formally introduced themselves and their roles. Flavia, standing tall, took a step forward with a proud smile. "As you know, I served as the Academy Council Regent," she…
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. That night, Aster held up her pendant, letting the moonlight reflect off its surface as she tried to decipher its meaning. She clutched it close, tracing her fingers over the inscription: "Once the moon and stars combine, Realms unite and stars align." It was almost the same as what the mirror had said. Her brows furrowed as she thought back to earlier that day in class. The moment had been fleeting, but it stuck with her. She…
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・┆✦At Aster’s Bedroom✦ ┆・ Aster sat by the window, gazing at the stars. Her mind replayed the debate again and again—the tension in Randall’s voice, the way his expression had shifted in that final moment. "Because I know." "What did he mean? Did he truly know something that the history books never recorded?" 'I have to know. I want to know.' She told herself it was because she aspired to be a diplomatic scholar—that a true diplomat must understand history. Yet deep down, she knew…
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⋆𝄞˚｡⋆⋆♡˚｡⋆⋆𝄞˚｡⋆⋆♡˚｡⋆⋆𝄞˚｡⋆ Few more weeks passed, and classes flowed as usual. However, today during their Etiquette and Diplomacy lesson, the students were led to the academy's grand ballroom. Bathed in golden afternoon light, the ballroom's polished marble floors reflected a warm glow, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance. Today's lesson focused on court dances and formal ball etiquette—an essential skill for any noble. But before the session…
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⊹₊⟡⋆꧁⎝ 𓆩༺⟡☾⚝☽⟡༻𓆪 ⎠꧂⋆⟡⊹₊ The weekend passed in a blur, yet Aster couldn’t shake the lingering feeling left by Randall’s music. It stirred something deep inside her—the way the melody resonated, pulling at her chest as if awakening a long-buried longing for something or someone unknown. She tried to forget about it, but the more she tried, the more it played in her head like a song stuck on repeat. Days passed, and life returned to its usual routine. There…
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