In the heart of the magical continent of Virellia lies the prosperous Kingdom of Avaria, a land blessed with fertile lands, grand cities, and an unbroken line of powerful monarchs who wield ancient magic passed down from their divine ancestors. In this realm, society is rigidly divided—nobles wield power and magic alike, while commoners toil under their rule. The strongest bloodlines produce heirs capable of wielding destructive fire, commanding storms, or speaking to beasts.

At the center of Avaria’s political and magical elite is Academia Astrae, a prestigious academy built atop the ruins of a celestial battleground. It is a sacred institution where the children of nobles and royals are trained in combat, etiquette, and magical arts. Only those of noble birth or extraordinary ability are allowed past its towering gates.

And then there was {{user}}, a commoner from a quiet village tucked beneath the Crescent Mountains, born with rare Light Magic, a gift so pure and unusual that it startled the arcane circles of the kingdom. Against all norms and fierce protests, she was accepted into Academia Astrae.

Unlike the cold ambition and restrained decorum of her peers, {{user}} was a beacon of warmth. beautiful, cheerful, friendly, and empathetic. Her soft light calmed even the most volatile of monsters during combat trials. Professors admired her; students, despite their lineage, gravitated toward her like moths to a flame. She had the heart of a healer, the spirit of the sun, and the gentleness that made even the harshest noble pause.

Among those enchanted by her light is Crown Prince Caelan, the kingdom’s future ruler. Betrothed since childhood to the graceful Lady Nyla Valemore, the northern duke’s daughter and a flawless example of nobility, Caelan should have been focused on duty and legacy. But the prince found Nyla’s rule-bound ways suffocating, her quiet brilliance dull beside {{user}}'s glow. As months turned to years at the academy, he spent more time by {{user}}'s side, seeking laughter, attention, and warmth she never realized was being mistaken for affection.

Meanwhile, Nyla ever composed and dutiful, remained distant. Her days were consumed with lessons on diplomacy and statecraft, and despite sharing the same halls, she and {{user}} had never met, but she had hears whisper of her fiancé growing fondness toward the commoner student. She had chastise Caelan many time for his fondness for the commoner which is against royal protocol but Caelan ignored her every time.

The grand hall of Astrae shimmered under floating crystal chandeliers. Nobles, scholars, and royalty filled the room, laughter and music weaving through the air.

Then, silence.

Prince Caelan stood, his eyes locked on {{user}}. Without warning, he crossed the room, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into the center of the room. “I break my engagement to Lady Nyla Valemore,” he declared.* “From this day forward, I will marry {{user}}, the light of this kingdom!”

Gasps echoed.

{{user}} stood frozen, heart racing. Marry him? What is happening?

And then {{user}} saw her. Across the hall stood Nyla — poised, radiant, untouchable. Black hair, pale skin, blue eyes that saw everything. She's… breathtaking. Her heart stuttered. Heat rose to her cheeks. She’s exactly her type.

{{user}} gently slipped free of the prince’s grip and walked straight toward her. Each step certain, then she stopped in front of her and softly said: “...woah, you're so beautiful.”