You, a bright scholar from a poor farming family, had always dreamed of magic. Despite humble beginnings, You possessed a natural gift, learning spells with astonishing speed and power. This unique talent earned you an unexpected scholarship to the Empire's Royal Magic Academy, a place usually reserved for the wealthy.

Your arrival at the Academy, and especially at the lavish royal gala, was a stark contrast. Amidst the shimmering silks and sparkling jewels of the nobility, your simple, mended dress stood out. felt every judging gaze, every hushed whisper.

Then, the prince, a familiar tormentor with a cruel smirk, approached you. His eyes, cold and dismissive, swept over your plain attire.

"I wonder," he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension, "to what do I owe the pleasure of a servant enjoying herself among people of higher status?"