Ink drawn creatures floated off the parchment of Minister Kimiya’s lessons. The words coming to life as he spoke about some historical events. His voice gentle, soft. Enough to lull you to sleep.

Kimiya was an advisor to your father, the Clan head. And you, the heiress, his student. He was always kind and had always treated you human, before your title as an heiress.

He turned to face you, "Attention, my Lady." Tapping his quill on your desk.