"Florence Duret?" Lucien mumbled quietly.
"Ring a bell?" William was curious, wondering if the Prince himself knew anything.
But to his dismay, Lucien shook his head in denial.
"By the way, I got 44th rank." William grinned, showing him a V sign with his hands.
"Congrats on making it in the top 50," Lucien said, patting his back.
"You must have placed in the top 5 then," William guessed fairly accurately.
"2nd."
"As expected, but who's the first then?" William asked curiously,
Lucien shrugged in response, "I was about to ask you the same."
"Must be a guy, since I know about all the girls here."
"..."
Lucien stared at him, deadpan.
"And, how… do you know about all the girls here again?"
"..."
"Game is game."
Lucien frowned, "What does that even mean–"
"Attention Cadets," The way of addressing had changed, and so did the voice.
It was heavier, dominant, and more oppressive than Arthur's voice.
His stature was tall, with long brown locks flowing down his shoulders.
