XV. Rivalry

Precious Cordova

They couldn't give to that Tzimiszy girl just because her father was a victor. Sure she'd be willing to admit that she and her were almost equally matched. Almost being the keyword, the great and glorious Precious Cordova just about exceeded her everything that matter. Everything that matters apart from the prestige granted by one's family name.

Tzimiszy. The name could not ross Precious' mind with disdain. The Cordovas had been pushing for training before Aristarkh Tzimiszy waltzed on the scene and usurped everything to his design. Ari's dear father had been quite opposed to the matter, it was only when he died and Aristarkh returned as a victor that they changed sides. Yet the fledgling academy seemed to bow to the Tzimiszy's every want and need. Foolishly. There were those who said dear Ari was a fraud and that a curious double had one his palace. Whispers of course from those beneath her, not something a noble would be heard saying - aside from the Dacres and the Blooms, and they were hardly noble. Nothing wild rumours and mutterings of lessers, of course, but if such a thing evidence were to come out, well then, it would solve a lot of problems and give the fate of the likes of Luxes that they so deserved.

What she would not give for having Aristrakh fucking Tzimiszy's name mentioned whenever she had the misfortune of talking to one of them.

But that was not something that Precious could rustle up in the short time that she had. If the incorrect decision was made and the Tzimiszy girl was chosen over her then, well, she better watch her back.


Anastasia Tzimiszy

The Cordovas were becoming and bigger and bigger problem. They could not go into one conversation without mentioning how training was their idea first, it was decidedly aggravating, how she wished to punch them in the face whenever that fact was thought up. For it was Aristarkh Tzimiszy who first claimed a victory, without cosying up to the Cordovas for their training. It was Aristrakh would a degree of true ambition for One outside of personal gain. The will to surpass Two.

Anastasia did not doubt that the Cordovas were behind the foul rumours that she had the occasional misfortune of catching a whiff of, likely using the likes of the Blooms as their shields. Especially Precious, who was determined to steal everything that rightfully belonged to Anastasia. The Academy could not grant the volunteer position to her for it was their family who secretly trained to sabotage it, as a way of dismissing the Tzimiszy. The Cordovas were more concerned with their own personal legacy the One's glory - a far higher calling.

But Anatasia knew that ultimately her worries were for nothing. Volunteering was her right, for she was Aristarkh Tzimiszy's blood, the One's first victor and both her family's and the entire district's pride. They would not stand in the way of carving out the next mark in the House of Tzimiszy's great legacy.

They would not dare.

But if… the most unlikely of ifs - If the unlikely chance that the incorrect decision was made Anatasia Tzimizy would have to take matters into her own hands.