A Diary?

Lucian Velcroix's ---The magic tower master's sharp green eyes locked onto me like I was some kind of rare beast he'd never seen before. His gaze scanned me up and down, like he was trying to figure out if I was worth keeping or tossing into a pit.

"May I know who this lady is? You're not from this city, are you?" he asked, stepping closer. "I'd know if you were."

I blinked.

He doesn't know me? He has no idea that i am Cecelia Von Arlen. Then I realized. Ah... right. not everyone knows who Ceceilia is. she is not even a proper character in the book.

"Uhh… I mean, I've been around?"

He hummed, tilting his head, eyes gleaming like he was peeling me apart layer by layer. "And which family might you be from?"

I straightened up, puffing my chest a little. "I'm Cecilia von Arlen."

The second I said my name, his brows furrowed deep. "Arlen? Really?"

"Yeah... why would I lie?" I said.