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Eagleoftheninth, Rthverse Narnia, any except the Pevensies, Rat and Crow stuff that's not set in the Golden Age. There always needs to be a Royal Mind, right?
With a solemn “We are dismissed for the day,” by Master Philyra, his cousins and younger brother and sisters pelted out of the outbuilding classroom in a cloud of Guard Canid and Feline hair, making a mad dash for arms exercises on the training grounds; but Peter Linch just stared at his twin and they both sighed mournfully.
“No fun for their Royal Highnesses,” Lucile Aidan said with a grimace matching his own mood and, looping her arms in his, they trudged back to the Palace, with Sky and Marc trailing behind and the Wolves shoving them with their noses when they thought their Crown Prince and Princess were dawdling too much in their weary climb to the Tower Library.
Chief Kali was already waiting for them, snapping her beak irritably as he and Lucile settled in their chairs at the ancient, hallowed desks of their forebears, the Just King and the Banker Consort and, as was the way with Ravens, began their afternoon instruction without prelude, "Today, we shall review the Rule of Threes and how, in examining a series of ill events, the first may be explained as bad luck and the second as unfortunate coincidence, but with the third, we must begin to look at the possibility of conspiracy."