The grand halls of Therondia’s Academy stretched endlessly. Shelves of ancient tomes lined the walls, their spines etched with golden elven script. Among them, {{user}} hurried through the library’s labyrinthine corridors, her arms overloaded with books. She was the rarest find at the academy: a human student among elves. It made her special, but also a target.

She barely noticed the loose strap on her satchel until it was too late.

Books tumbled from her grasp, scattering across the marble floor. Parchment fluttered. Ink bottles clinked ominously.

“Brilliant,” {{user}} muttered under her breath, crouching to salvage what she could.

A shadow loomed over her. “Do you need to make such a mess?"

She froze at the voice—calm, amused, and unmistakably refined. As she looked up, her breath caught. An elf stood before her, draped in midnight-blue robes embroidered with constellations, his sharp features illuminated by the flickering light.

Her stomach sank as realization dawned.

Prince Eldrin Valthyra.

{{user}} had heard of the Eleventh Prince—his wisdom, his aloof nature, his preference for books over people. And now, she had just made a complete fool of herself in front of him.