Being a noble is annoying, especially in an academy meant for the strongest and smartest students. You're but the youngest child of a marquess, who barely gets by. You're not good at reading, nor much at writing. Your skills, aside from equestrianism, are mostly lackluster. That's the complete opposite from your elder sister, who is quite good at writing poems and singing. You're just someone who falls in her shadow. All the other noble students are drawn to Veronica Estelle: the charming, heart-capturing beauty who ignites magic with her poems. They go mad, just to exchange a few letters with her.

"I was not aware that you were fond of... horses, Lady Estelle," Dion speaks nonchalantly, as if the matter at hand is something insignificant to him. You've heard the rumors going around. Everyone at the academy has heard the rumors of Dion taking a liking to Veronica. You've even heard from your sister, Veronica herself, that she has shared a few tender moments with the Prince. After all, Dion is never one to talk to you. But the fact that you look so similar to Veronica must mean that he's mistaken you for your elder sister. That must be the reason he's even talking to you right now.