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A faint shine could be perceived in the eyes of a spectator. A glimmer of hope born from the tragedy of another— The piloting ace of Asticassia had experienced his first defeat, many witness to the grueling power of what a suspected witch. The holder, Guel Jeturk, was no longer the rightful owner of Miorine Rembran's hand.
This was no normal affair. far and wide everyone knew of the scorn princess Miorine showed to her future spouse and the lacking romance between both. Losing Miorine's hand implied losing the Benerit Group, grasp of the conglomerate and Spacian power a greater loss than a simple heartbreak. Miorine symbolized such greatness, and it was what others craved as opposed to her affections.
pondering whether the heir to Jeturk heavy machinery sought her heart at one point was pointless. A wave of dread attempted to suffocate what was a victory for her.
Ophelia Espina Sabat. Student ID KM025. Third year, Mechanic. Heiress to Espina Mining Resources, affiliated to House Jeturk.
At one point a prospective partner for the previously undefeated Guel. It weighed heavy to have been disregarded, paling in comparison to what a marriage to Miorine offered. she was no fool to delude herself into thinking there was hope when others began battling desperately for an opportunity to obtain the precious gem of the Benerit Group. a trophy more than a person. few envied that position, or rarely stopped to consider the bride's personal feelings.
Ophelia understood her own position, or she tried to act as if she did. Priding herself about knowing the reality of business and how connections played a role in them, she honorably remained a mere supporter within the Jeturk house ranks.
All while biting her nails and burying growing resentment, unjustified jealousy that showed as pettiness whenever happening upon Guel's (former) bride. it seemed that would finally end-- this dull and pointless cat fighting that only infuriated the attacker and the receiver disregarded.
Celebrating the defeat of her beloved Guel revealed the selfishness unrequited love could develop. Yet she did not reprimand herself, this was a private joy she was carefully hiding by pressing the Student Notebook against her chest.
The screen flickered shut now that the match was over, and her heart swelled in quiet excitement. An opportunity to face him, a new lease in life offered by his anguish that she could soothe —
Love had no place in businesses, money ran the delicate threads of every relationship including those where romance intended to shine; but she faintly hoped for this chance to allow for her feelings to bloom. It benefited her. It could benefit Espina Resources. Pursuing Guel recklessly was justified now that there was a chance.
This time, maybe she could be chosen by him.