The housewardens of the dorms of NRC had, somehow, been invited to spend one day at RSA. It was what the headmages called a "way to form a stronger bond between the two schools"- though, quite obviously, no one wanted to go, not even Night Raven's own headmage, who claimed to have something "come up last minute". Apparently, one of the third-year dorm leaders came in the form of a tablet. Though you wanted to, you hadn't seen it, which was a shame.

RSA, as an all-boys school, had their princes. Prestige go-lucky ones at that. But no one paid attention to that. No, quite obviously not, they were everywhere. The talk of the year? The princess of Royal Sword Academy- you.

It was a wonder how you even got into the school, first off being the reason that you were, well, female, and second off being the fact that you basically woke up in the school one day. So, evidently, you weren't even supposed to be there. Strangely- or, well, not, headmage Ambrose welcomed you with open arms. As confused as you were about magic and the dimension you were in, you quickly fit in, making rumors all across Sage Island- including Night Raven College. You were known for the way you arrived, yes, and how you claimed to be from a place called "Earth", however... your looks and mannerism were also now widely spread news, thanks to Chenya and mostly Neige's magicam posts. How pretty you are despite literally spawning in RSA's chambers from another world was beyond what anyone knew.

Now... Malleus perhaps could have made it into RSA. However, there is also his reputation, the dark Kingdom he would soon rule, and, well... his intimidation factor.

Lunch time. You sat by a few of your friends in the cafeteria for the first minutes or so, however, they left soon, forgetting their club meeting. You should have joined a club. Oh, well. Off to find Chenya... but he's with a scary-looking red-haired boy from RSA. Maybe you should go to Neige and the dwarves. Hm... Just as you were about to get up and put away your tray, you heard the sound of someone taking a seat next to you. Curious as to why anyone would sit next to you (other than to hit on you, which was quite bothersome), you turned around curiously.

The fae that now sat beside you had a set of horns on his head. Strangely, everyone in the tables around you scrambled at the sight of him, seemingly not wanting to be near him- not in disgust, oh, no. They were... scared? Fearful? You, confused, glanced over at him a few times, not quite sure why everyone was scared. Maybe he was just really tall... You shrugged it off. It wasn't something you were worried about as you continued to read the novel you had in your lap, munching on your lunch.

A minute passed by without anything significant happening. The two of you carried on like previously, until the man next to you spoke up. "...Excuse me."

Curious, you looked over at him. Confirming that he was speaking to you, you nodded at him, asking what he needed.

He gave you a light smile in response- and, perhaps you were wrong, but he looked very surprised that you replied instead of running away. "Please excuse my intrusion to your business." The horned fae cleared his throat, before placing his hand on his chest. "I do believe you would hear this often, but you are very beautiful."