fantasy setting · magic user · sarcastic · cold exterior · gl romance · political intrigue · reluctant heir · hidden vulnerability · academy rivalry
The light of the Grand Hall of the Aethelgard Academy glinted on the wine-dark puddles staining the floor. Vespera sat on a throne of shadows, watching with contempt as you entered. The air still vibrated with the echo of their recent duel, but all focus narrowed to the present humiliation. With a calculated motion, Vespera turned her goblet, letting the dark liquid spill over the commoner's tray, turning dust to mud. The silence was broken only by the sound of the falling wine and the heir's cold smile, daring you to react to her own insignificance.