Chapter 7: Allies in the Halls
The Royal Academy was a place of constant motion, its halls filled with the hum of activity and the clatter of footsteps. Cedric had settled into a rhythm, his days a blur of lectures, projects, and late-night study sessions. But as the weeks passed, he began to realize that surviving the academy required more than just intelligence and hard work—it required allies.
One evening, as Cedric sat in the House Stone common room, poring over a stack of blueprints, Garrett plopped down beside him, a mischievous grin on his face.
"You're always working," Garrett said, leaning back in his chair. "Don't you ever take a break?"
Cedric glanced up, smiling faintly. "There's too much to do. If I'm going to make a difference, I can't afford to waste time."
Garrett raised an eyebrow. "Making a difference, huh? That's a big goal. You sure you're up for it?"
Cedric's smile faded, replaced by a look of determination. "I have to be."
Garrett studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Then let's make sure you've got the right people on your side."
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The next day, Garrett introduced Cedric to **Lysandra Voss**, a sharp-eyed girl with a reputation for being one of the academy's top economists. She was sitting in the library, surrounded by stacks of books and scrolls, when they approached her.
"Lysandra," Garrett said, his tone cheerful. "This is Cedric. He's got some big ideas, and I think you two should talk."
Lysandra looked up, her gaze sharp and calculating. "Cedric Valerian," she said, her voice cool. "The prince who thinks he can change the world."
Cedric met her gaze, his expression calm. "I don't just think it. I'm going to do it."
Lysandra raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And how do you plan to do that?"
Cedric sat down across from her, leaning forward. "By building a foundation that can't be broken. By creating systems that work for everyone, not just the privileged few."
Lysandra studied him for a long moment, then nodded. "Alright. I'm listening."
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Over the next few hours, Cedric and Lysandra discussed their ideas, their conversation ranging from tax reform to trade agreements. Lysandra was brilliant, her mind sharp and analytical, and Cedric found himself impressed by her insights.
"You've got potential," Lysandra said at last, leaning back in her chair. "But potential isn't enough. You're going to need more than just good ideas to make this work."
"I know," Cedric said, his voice firm. "That's why I need your help."
Lysandra smiled faintly. "Alright. You've got my attention. But don't think this means I'm on your side. I'm here to see if you're worth my time."
Cedric nodded, understanding. "Fair enough."
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As the days turned into weeks, Cedric's circle of allies grew. Garrett introduced him to **Tristan Hale**, a brooding young man with a talent for strategy and combat. Tristan was initially skeptical of Cedric, but after a few sparring matches and late-night discussions, he began to see the prince's potential.
"You're not like the others," Tristan said one evening, as they sat in the training yard, their swords resting at their sides. "You actually care about the people. That's rare in a place like this."
Cedric smiled faintly. "I've seen what happens when people in power forget about the ones they're supposed to serve. I don't want to make the same mistake."
Tristan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Then maybe you're worth following."
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Cedric's final ally came in the form of **Eliana Thorn**, a quiet but brilliant scholar with a knack for uncovering secrets. She approached him one evening in the library, her expression serious.
"I've been watching you," she said, her voice low. "You're different from the others. You actually want to make a difference."
Cedric nodded, his curiosity piqued. "And?"
Eliana leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with intensity. "I know things. Things that could help you. But I need to know if you're willing to take risks."
Cedric met her gaze, his voice steady. "I'm willing."
Eliana smiled faintly. "Good. Then let's get to work."
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With his allies by his side, Cedric began to make real progress. Together, they tackled projects and challenges that would have been impossible alone. Lysandra's economic expertise helped them secure funding for their initiatives, while Tristan's strategic mind ensured their plans were executed flawlessly. Eliana's knowledge of the academy's secrets gave them an edge, allowing them to stay one step ahead of their rivals.
But not everyone was pleased with Cedric's growing influence.
One evening, as Cedric and his allies were leaving the library, they were confronted by **Roland** and a group of his followers.
"Well, well," Roland said, his tone mocking. "If it isn't the little prince and his band of misfits. What are you up to, little brother? Plotting your next big failure?"
Cedric met Roland's gaze, his expression calm. "We're just trying to make a difference. Something you wouldn't understand."
Roland's smirk faded, replaced by a scowl. "Watch your tongue, Cedric. You're not as untouchable as you think."
With that, Roland and his followers walked away, leaving Cedric and his allies alone in the hallway.
"He's not going to let this go," Tristan said, his voice grim.
"I know," Cedric replied, his tone resolute. "But neither are we."
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As Cedric lay in bed that night, his mind buzzed with plans and possibilities. He knew the road ahead would be difficult, but he also knew he wasn't alone.
With his allies by his side, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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**End of Chapter 7**