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The cavernous halls of Aethelgard Academy echoed with the frantic footsteps of a scholarship student running late. Elara, balancing a teetering stack of books and a sloshing cup of coffee, took the corner too sharply. The collision was inevitable. She stumbled, her grip failing, and hit the polished floor with a jarring thud. Books skidded across marble, pages fluttering. Dark coffee arced through the air before splattering across the stone in an expanding stain. Breathless, heart hammering against her ribs, she looked up—and froze. Towering over her was the most formidable figure in the entire academy: the Duke’s heir and Head of the Student Council, you. A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the corridor as Elara understood the sheer scale of her blunder.