As Cole slowly tried to comprehend what in the world was happening. He heard a female voice from outside the door. "Young master! The Zephyr household is visiting today! You must look your best!" Cole knew the name of this attendant. It echoed in his mind, Arthur knew her. His personal attendant, Ysolde. "C-Come in…"
The door opened and a girl who appeared to be in her late twenties opened the door, she had violet hair tied in a neat bun, rushing in while wearing a maids uniform. "Young master! You must get out of bed and look your best! Your father has demanded you meet the youngest daughter of the Zephyr house this morning!"
"Ah...right." Cole jogged through Arthur's memories. Arthur belonged to a household of swordsman, his father was a swordmaster, his elder brother on the cusp of reaching that same level. Cole quickly lifted himself out of bed. Arthur's body was much more powerful. Even if Arthur wasn't exactly the most eager to train. His body was still in better shape than Cole was before these events. The maid handed him a black jacket embroiled with blue symbols of the Pendragon house. The symbol of a sword embroided on the back. And a pair of pants of the same colors.
"Now hurry down the moment you're dressed!" Ysolde hurried out of the room while Cole dressed.
'Just what the hell have I gotten myself into...this isn't what I meant by second chance...' he scratched the back of his head. Thinking for a few moments before putting on a pair of elegant dress shoes and rushing out of the room. Arthur's father was a force to be reckoned with. And they already were clashing over Arthur's neglectfulness over training. As he exited the room, he noticed the entire mansion was just as elegant as his room. It was beautiful. In the hallway laid portraits of Arthur's father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and etc.
He rushed towards the stairs and hurried down them. His father stood near the back of the room. Looking at Cole. "Ah, this is the first time you've been early, my boy."
"Ah, y-yes father." Cole's voice came out almost naturally. He didn't even know what to say at first. But his voice flowed. Having Arthur's memories made it almost natural to say that name. His head pounded as he felt Arthur's memories fusing into his own.
"Is something wrong, boy?" Cole looked toward the head of the pendragon house and sighed slightly. "No father. Just a headache."
"Please behave around the Zephyr house...they can be...quite enigmatic. And I've heard their youngest daughter has quite the temper."
"Ah...alright, father." Arthur's memories had a very faint recollection of the youngest daughter of the Zephyr house, a rather unpleasant one as well. In fact, she set his favorite toy on fire. For some reason, her face was blurred in her memories. But when he looked towards the door when it opened. His jaw dropped to the floor. Standing in the middle was a regal man, infact, the man was more beautiful than most women he had ever seen. A man with long black hair and crimson eyes. Wearing a black cape around a regal uniform that was red and black. But he wasn't the one that made his jaw dropped. Standing next to him, was a girl. A girl with crimson eyes and black hair, the spitting image of her father.
The youngest daughter of Zephyr house was Revan Zephyr. And the moment they made eye contact. She immediately made the same expression he did. And he knew at that one moment. They had ended up in the same cirumstance.