There’s no turning back on this.
Lyonrad decided that he read his first task once he gets to the party. His mother was being annoying to him, trying to convince him not to listen to his aunt Lucy. For years has he been listening to his aunt’s stories about Blue Royalty, and now was his time to be a Blue Blood. His mother was never a fan of the game, believing that it was a “way of manipulation” by someone unknown.
“Don’t make yourself regret this, dear.” were his mother’s last words to him before he decided to leave.
Lyonrad sighed, unfastening the top button of his dark blue shirt, as he always has done to his outfits. He rushed himself on his gray Mercedes-Benz, and drove through the streetlights and buildings with a slight furrow on his brow. He couldn’t get his mother’s concern off his face, but he felt the need to be a Blue Blood—and nothing can make him hesitate on joining the game to achieve what he wants. He’s confident that he’ll be one of those to excel, and he’s about to prove that to his mother.
The party had already started at his arrival. The place sure was wealthy—what more of the owner, right? Just from the looks of the house, he knew he just have to win the Blue Royalty. Being a Blue Blood does have its own benefits, eh?
As he set foot on the house, he warily grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket. He had an arrogant smile on his face when he read the first lines of the newest message; however, it quickly turned into a frown when he read his first task. Reading it minutes after it was sent wasn’t probably the best decision that Lyonrad has done.
Sighing, he rolled his eyes. There that goes. he thought. The challenge wasn’t going to suit him either, anyway, and if he was to choose—he would really rather lose it.
When he read the other task, his brows furrowed deeply. He stared at it, reading it all over again—but it still bore the same letters and words. He sighed yet again as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, heading towards the bar he first spotted.
Of course, the tasks weren’t going to be easy for him—what was he expecting? He knows there wasn’t a “turning back” option for him; it was either to win his first points or to be greeted by negative ones.
Lyonrad wasn’t really a drinker, but—somehow—he liked how the beverage handed to him tasted with a hint of cola. As he took another sip, he found himself staring at an approaching girl. He thought it was time to make some friends, and the first one—he’s yet to know of.
When the girl reached the bar, he quickly walked towards her along with his glass of unknown beverage. “Hey,” he said, taking the seat near her.
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