I left my room with practiced poise, every step calculated to appear effortless. The dormitory corridor was quiet.
Today had been exceptionally dull without him participating in the festival, which was why I didn't bother watching it.
Mine. My Arthur. And yet not entirely mine—not in the way I wanted. Not yet.
The evening air carried the lingering fragrance of spring blossoms, the academy gardens in full bloom despite the late hour. The pathways illuminated automatically as I walked, responsive to me—one of the small privileges afforded to those of my status. My ruby pendant pulsed gently against my throat with each step, attuned to my heartbeat's subtle acceleration as I approached his dormitory.
