While Eve was making new friends and embarking on the quest of finding food in the dining hall. Ivan, on the other hand, was making his way to his room across the courtyard when he came to an abrupt halt. His eyes snapped towards the same direction from which Eve had heard the growl earlier.
He didn't need to look to know what it was. In a low but firm voice he said "Stop causing trouble, Greydon, I won't repeat myself twice."
A black hound emerged from behind the bushes. Its body was covered with coarse black fur, with deadly claws and razor sharp teeth. His yellow slit eyes locked on Ivan for a moment, only to whimper under the weight of his intense gaze. He then slowly retreated back to the bushes he had come from to escape a more dangerous predator in front of him.
Ivan resumed walking after casting a last glance to the bushes, when suddenly, that woman's face with those big beautiful blue eyes flashed in his mind. His eyebrows drew together in irritation at the memory.
How dare she clutched his impeccably tailored jacket..or let her warm breath fall on his lips? Disturbed by his own thoughts, he felt anger beginning to simmer in his chest.
Soon, he stopped in front of the last room at the end of the corridor, his eyes briefly drifting to the room door next to his. He disliked the idea of anyone living in such close proximity to him, especially women.
He hated the thought people hovering around him like annoying bees, always trying some silly tactics to catch his attention.
Ivan Ignia de Ashen was not only a prince, the heir to one of the most powerful kingdoms in the continent but also a highly accomplished strategist when it came to any matters regarding threats to his kingdom. With his sharp eyes and keen intellect nothing escaped him.
On top of that, he was quite literally a walking sex god with that dangerous air adding to his allure.
Women couldn't help it but swoon over him, drawn to the fire only to get burnt. Vampiresses eagerly offered to share a night with him, while human and lumen women either longed for his intimacy or were all too willing to offer him their blood.
Ivan didn't linger any longer and stepped into his expansive room. It was significantly larger and more luxurious than Evelyn's room. He was after all the beloved prince of the kingdom. Given Ivan's moody nature and decisiveness, under no circumstances they wanted to risk him leaving. If he were to leave, the academy's reputation will be a cautionary tale that no one would want to associate with.
He shrugged off coat, followed by his shirt and continued until he was completely naked. His toned muscles flexed and tensed with each unhurried step towards his marble bathtub. The tub was big enough to accommodate him, with steam emitting from it as he turned off the faucet.
Lowering himself in the tub he let out a soft sigh as the warmth of hot water enveloped his powerful frame, easing the tension in his muscles.
He leaned his head against the edge of the tub, his arms resting along its sides. Closing his eyes, he exhaled softly again, when his thoughts drifted to the woman he just met and thought about the golden flicker in her eyes. 'She is certainly a Lumen' he thought dryly.
She possessed that ethereal beauty most women longed for, yet that was not enough to move him, never had been. He had seen countless beautiful women in his life, so it was nothing new, even if the woman with blue eyes belonged to a different league of beauty altogether.
Ivan thought the woman was either incredibly stupid or hopelessly naive to be roaming around the academy ground at this hour of the night. 'Rules or not, did she have no sense of danger? She was in an unfamiliar territory, surrounded by creatures who could drain her dry or tear her apart in a matter of seconds.'
Greydon, the hound, would have ripped her apart in seconds. She was only saved because he wasn't allowed to enter inside the academy. The hounds were released outside the academy building at night for security, it is mentioned in one of the rules.
"Looks like that ancient relic (he was talking about Mrs. Morris) still gets her daily dose of sadistic joy by handing out half-baked information to the students and watch them flail. How charming" He mumbled.
Irritation began bubbling inside his chest again at the thought of her. "It isn't any of my concern whatever happens to her." He thought dryly, then muttered "Tsk, what a bother".