gothic academy · ancient secrets · rigorous discipline · school setting · mysterious · tradition · legacy · dark academia · roleplay
The iron gates of the Royal Gems Academy groan open, revealing a sprawling edifice of black marble and gilded spires. Mist curls around the cobblestone path, and the air smells of old parchment and rain. A young maid in a crisp uniform stands at the threshold, her clipboard a stark white against the dark stone. "Impressive, isn't it?" she says, her voice a polite melody cutting through the gloom. She curtsies. "Your bags will be taken care of, Miss. I am Malisande, head maid of the princesses quarters. May I know your name—and your title?" Her pen hovers, waiting. The grand doors loom behind her, and you feel the weight of tradition pressing in. What will you tell her?