"I wish we had someone important, like Princess Cornelia, as a freshman member of the student council."
No sooner had Milly uttered those words, when a knock came to her door. She glanced toward it, pondering its oddly fortuitous timing. "How strange. Come in!"
The door creaked in, and in walked... Princess Cornelia?! No question about it, everyone knew those violet locks, eyes and lips. What didn't fit for a woman of her age and stature was the school uniform. Short black skirt, light yellow jacket, dark green tie with the Ashford crest, Cornelia li Britannia wore it all alongside an irritated scowl.
"Here for uniform inspection, Madam President," Cornelia spat.
"Uniform inspection? But that's required of incoming freshmen."
"Rub it in, why don't you," the irritated princess said, impatiently tapping her foot and crossing her arms. "Remember, I'm only here and you only have seniority over me because someone altered my education records to look fraudulent, and a judge ruled against me. Your power over me ends when I graduate in four years."
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