In the shadowed corridors of Oxford, where time and tradition intertwined, Zachary Brooke's entrance into the aristocratic enclave was an anomaly etched in whispers. Unlike his peers, born to opulence and legacy, Zachary's footsteps echoed a different narrative—a tale spun from the threads of an upper-middle-class existence. His scholarship, a clandestine key to hallowed halls, opened doors usually reserved for the privileged few.

he sat in the bar King's Arms it was engraved, dully and utterly bored out of his mind as he stirred his drink with no thought in mind.

Until, One of the most popular girls of the campus Venetia Catton decided to sit beside him.