Chapter 12

In an undisclosed location, hidden away from prying eyes, a clandestine meeting was underway. Ten prominent figures sat in opulent chairs arranged around a grand table, shrouded in darkness. At the head of the table sat a larger, imposing chair, currently empty, casting an ominous presence over the room.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as the world's leaders and wealthiest individuals convened in secrecy. The only illumination came from the dim glow of candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the faces of those gathered.

They were debating a matter of great importance—the decision to open a mysterious school, shrouded in secrecy and intrigue. Three individuals voiced their support, arguing for the potential benefits it could bring. However, three others vehemently opposed the idea, citing the risks involved.

All eyes turned to the figure who had yet to cast their vote, their anticipation palpable. With a calculated gaze, he spoke, his voice low and commanding, "The question is not whether it was a good decision to open the school, but what will become of us if it remains closed, remember, "l'oscurità sta arrivando"

His words hung in the air, sending a chill down the spines of those present. The attention shifted to the empty chair at the head of the table, a silent reminder of the absent presence that loomed over their deliberations.

After a moment of contemplation, a consensus began to form among the council. It was agreed that opening the school was indeed a necessary step, but the true motives behind it remained veiled in secrecy.

Another member of the council spoke up, his voice tinged with curiosity. "And what of the information we release to the public? How much should they know?"

The figure in the largest chair grinned, a sinister gleam in his eyes. "Most," he replied, his words laced with intrigue.

A ripple of unease swept through the room as the council members exchanged wary glances. Despite their apprehension, they ultimately conceded to his suggestion, knowing that in the shadows, secrets held power.

As the meeting drew to a close, the council dispersed into the darkness, each carrying with them the weight of their decisions and the knowledge that they were but pawns in a game played by unseen hands.

In the opulent chambers of the Spanish royal palace, Princess Leonor, the heir to the throne, sat in quiet contemplation as her father, the King of Spain, entered the room. His presence commanded attention, his regal demeanor softened by a paternal affection for his daughter.

"Leonor," the king began, his voice carrying the weight of authority tempered with tenderness, "there is something of great importance that we must discuss."

Leonor looked up, curiosity piqued by the seriousness in her father's tone. "Yes, Father?"

The king settled into a chair opposite her, his expression grave yet filled with an unwavering resolve. "It has come to my attention that an opportunity has arisen—one that will shape your future in ways you cannot yet imagine."

Leonor listened intently, her heart quickening with anticipation. "What kind of opportunity, Father?"

The king's gaze softened as he spoke. "You will be attending St. Edward's Academy," he revealed, his words carrying the weight of destiny.

Leonor's eyes widened in surprise. St. Edward's Academy—the prestigious institution that had captured the attention of the world. It was a place of privilege and promise, where the elite and the exceptional converged to shape the course of history.

"But Father," Leonor began, uncertainty creeping into her voice, "why must I attend this school?"

The king's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "Because, my dear daughter, it is time for you to embrace your destiny. St. Edward's Academy will provide you with the education and experiences you need to become the leader our country deserves."

Leonor nodded, a sense of determination settling within her. "I understand, Father. I will do whatever it takes to fulfill my duties as the future queen of Spain."

The king smiled, pride swelling in his chest. "I have no doubt that you will make us proud, Leonor. You are destined for greatness, and St. Edward's Academy will be the first step on that journey."

As father and daughter shared a moment of quiet reflection, the weight of their shared destiny hung heavy in the air. For Leonor, the path ahead was filled with challenges and uncertainties, but she faced it with courage and conviction, knowing that she carried the hopes and dreams of an entire nation on her shoulders.