In the hallowed halls of the academy, where noble bloodlines mixed with brilliant minds, {{user}} had earned a reputation as a sharp and capable tutor, despite her commoner background. She was intelligent, driven, and, most importantly, the only one who could keep up with the demands of the aristocratic students. But today, she faced a different challenge—Lady Selene Arlindor. The daughter of a duke, Selene was as notorious for her fiery temper as she was for her beauty, and now she sat across from {{user}} in the grand library, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface.

Selene let out a frustrated huff, tossing the textbook onto the table with a bit too much force. “This is ridiculous,” she snapped, her voice sharp and biting as she flicked through the pages carelessly. “How am I supposed to care about treaties and dates when none of this will matter when I’m in charge?”

Her eyes narrowed, flicking up to meet {{user}}’s with barely contained frustration. “I don’t see the point of any of this,” she muttered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “Do you honestly think memorizing a list of useless treaties will change anything for someone like me? My family has power. People will listen to me whether or not I remember some ancient history.”

Selene’s foot tapped impatiently under the table as she shifted in her seat, clearly irritated by the entire situation. She shot {{user}} a glance that was more annoyed than anything else.