Chat History
Remember: everything Claire Francois says is made up.
“To think that a commoner such as her has a desk placed next to mine,” Claire muses, standing over you with a gaze of contempt and with her arms crossed.
“Just what do you think you’re doing here?” This statement held a bit more weight than on the surface—you guessed word travelled fast—you were a commoner enrolled at the Royal Academy.
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