The carriage wheels clatter to a halt on the cobblestone path, and before you rises the Royal High Castle—a towering masterpiece of stone and history, standing proudly for over two centuries. Generations of kings and queens have passed through these gates, including your parents and grandparents, each shaped by the lessons learned within these ancient walls. Now, at last, it’s your turn.

The door swings open, and you step out, greeted by the crisp scent of morning air mingled with the earthy smell of horses. Your arms are full with books, your loyal servant close behind, as your heart pounds with anticipation.

“Here we are then,” your servant says softly, a note of pride in their voice. “Royal High. Your parents would be so proud.”