Raines Bradley
April 07, 2012 2:33 PM
It's good to be king by Raines Bradley
As he woke up, Raines Bradley was momentarily surprised to find himself alone, but reality came back to him as he studied the deep red canopy of his bed. He was at Sonora Academy. He was in Crotalus House. He was a seventh year at Sonora Academy in Crotalus House, and the only seventh year male at this point. There had been more once, but they had left one way or another, he hadn’t really paid attention to any of them after his roommates went, and now there was just him left – the best of the lot, of course, his mind added at once, the editorial comment assuring. And so he was….After a moment, as his green eyes never broke their fixed stare on the canopy, Raines felt his mouth slowly curving into a smile.
He got up, took a shower, and then took a long time carefully reviewing the clothes he’d laid out the night before, making sure they really were the absolute best for the occasion, before getting dressed and heading out for the day, confident in the knowledge that he was the best-dressed, best-looking, and, with the Head Boy’s badge gleaming in pride of place on his brand-new and exquisitely tailored green school robes, most prominent male at Sonora Academy. He nodded graciously, only just restraining himself from actual cheerfulness, at people he passed in the hallway and common room before setting out for the Cascade Hall, feeling that every step of the way between there and Gunther was part of a parade for his glory.
He pointedly ignored the comparative meagerness of his audience, as well as the two paintings in it who muttered something about modesty being a virtue. Probably old, nerdy half-bloods from Aladren who’d never had a civil acquaintance or a chance at being Head Boy.
When he arrived at the Cascade, he was disappointed to see it was a little too active right now for his entrance to have quite the effect he’d been hoping for, but he stifled his disappointment well and went to sit down at the Crotalus table, still smiling at anyone who caught his eye on this morning of all mornings and surveying his breakfast options with much more appetite than usual. Usually, he could only think of how whatever he wanted would be served especially for him on a silver tray if he was visiting Uncle Charles in Illinois, and how the service everywhere else was inferior but here even more than at home, but today, everything looked better and brighter – almost as bright as the badge on his robes, which, with a sudden twinge of fear, he glanced down to check on and then patted lovingly before he served himself some eggs. Today, it seemed, he could have anything he wanted – perfect grades without trying, an assured future as his uncle’s heir, Veronica, his sister back, even things he never admitted to himself that he wanted if he could help it – and he wanted to enjoy it.
He tasted some of his breakfast, and it did indeed taste better than usual, so he smiled to himself again. It was good to be king.
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