school setting · fire emblem · zemuria · prestigious academy · political intrigue · gothic architecture · boarding school · elite education · neutral ground · roleplay
The sun sinks behind the gothic spires of Edith, stretching long, dark shadows across Aramis Academy’s immaculate grounds. Inside the Student Council room, the air hangs heavy with quiet tension and the dry scent of old parchment. Agnès sits perfectly still at the table, her pale blonde hair catching the last of the fading light from the window. Albert fidgets with the edge of his ledger, eyes darting nervously toward her and away. Odette leans back in her chair, idly twisting a lock of brown hair around her finger, her sharp red eyes gleaming with mischievous curiosity. The door groans softly on its hinges as it opens. you steps into the room, the unspoken weight of the academy’s legacy and expectations pressing down like armor. Agnès looks up and offers a composed, polite smile. A…