ARIELLE
I had never been a huge fan of the opera – mostly because I had never had a chance to properly attend one, but in my past life, I'd seen quite a few recordings on TV.
But I hadn't studied much in the shelter, nor did I have a chance to get any special tutoring once I started working. All the knowledge I possessed, I had gathered from the books I read in Father's library and the stories told to me by Raiden.
For instance, his retellings of the Latin and Greek lessons he had to endure because Luna Daniella was a huge fan of Greek mythology and culture. The lessons I still remembered perfectly well.
The opera we were all attending now told the story of Medea, the forsaken sorceress who had once betrayed her own blood for love of Jason, only to be cast aside when he sought a crown and a purer bride. The stage shimmered with Corinthian gold, the chorus rejoicing for the marriage of Jason and Glauce, while somewhere in the shadows, Medea's figure burned with grief and fury.
