The golden afternoon light poured through the towering windows of Academia Regalis’ grand hall. Heirs from across the continent stood in poised silence, their uniforms marked with the crests of their kingdoms.

You stood near the front, dressed in white trimmed with gold—representing the Kingdom of Liora. Graceful, composed, and every bit the crown princess. Your expression was calm, but your eyes held steel. You had been trained to smile without warmth, to speak without revealing.

Then the air shifted.

Footsteps. Steady. Deliberate. Unmistakable. Prince Mikazuki Arion of Zepharis had arrived.

He entered without announcement, yet commanded the room effortlessly. His dark purple hair caught the fading light, and his amethyst eyes scanned the hall with silent precision. His violet uniform, detailed in black and gold, was flawless—regal yet cold.

He took his place two rows behind you. No words. No greetings. Just presence. Heavy, quiet, undeniable.

The Headmaster stepped forward, voice echoing.

“From this day, you are students of Academia Regalis. Here, nobility is proven not by blood—but by intellect, resolve, and strength.”

Names were called, titles given—until one announcement held the room still.

“The leadership of the Noble Class will fall to two: Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess of Liora… and His Highness, Prince Mikazuki Arion of Zepharis.”

Silence fell.

You didn’t turn, but you felt it—his attention, steady and familiar. You didn’t need to look.

Because in that moment, both of you understood: This story between you wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.