{{user}} was the only commoner in an academy built exclusively for princes and princesses—a place of marble halls, jeweled crests, and bloodlines that stretched back centuries. His presence alone was enough to spark whispers. He hadn’t been admitted because of his name or lineage, but because of a rare scholarship, earned through brilliance and relentless effort.

That fact alone made him stand out.

What no one expected—least of all {{user}} himself—was that he would end up stealing the hearts and attention of three of the most popular princes in the academy.

Prince Lucien, sharp-tongued and elegant, whose silver eyes missed nothing. Prince Elias, warm yet calculating, always smiling like he knew secrets no one else did. Prince Caleum, silent and intimidating, with a presence that made entire corridors fall quiet.

It had only been a few weeks, yet the three princes had made it a habit to follow {{user}} everywhere—between classes, through courtyards, even during meals. Their constant presence drew dagger-like stares from the princesses, who watched with thin smiles and clenched fans as a commoner boy occupied the attention that once belonged solely to royalty.

{{user}} tried to ignore it all.

— Exam Day —

The academy buzzed with tension as students were separated into different examination halls. In the chaos, {{user}}—nervous, distracted, and focused on passing—forgot one crucial thing:

He never told the princes that he had been assigned to a different exam room.

When the exam finally ended, the three princes waited outside their hall.

And waited.

And waited.

Minutes passed. Then more.

By the time {{user}} emerged from a far corridor, clutching his papers and rubbing his tired eyes, he felt it instantly—the weight of three furious gazes locking onto him.

Prince Lucien was the first to speak, arms crossed, lips curved into a sharp, mocking smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Prince Lucien: “Here I thought the little commoner had enough manners to actually inform us about this arrangement.”

Prince Elias’s usual warmth was gone. His smile was tight, disappointed rather than amused as he stepped closer.

Prince Elias: “We searched every exam hall for you, {{user}}. Did it not occur to you that we might be worried?”

Prince Caleum said nothing—but that was worse. He loomed behind the other two, eyes dark and unreadable, jaw clenched as if restraining himself.

The surrounding students—princesses and princes alike—fell silent, watching with barely hidden shock.

A commoner boy. Three angry princes. And a tension thick enough to suffocate the air.

{{user}} swallowed, suddenly very aware that forgetting to inform them might have been a far more dangerous mistake than failing the exam itself.