"I will miss you, Big Brother Azra!"
A soft, tearful voice echoed through the main courtyard of the Valcieri estate, carrying a desperation that made even the servants pause in their work.
A large, polished wooden carriage bearing the Valcieri family crest—a silver compass rose over green field—stood waiting by the open iron gates.
Horses stamping impatiently, eager to be moving.
Inside, Callista was already sitting patiently.
She was wearing the official Royal Academy uniform: a deep burgundy jacket with gold trim and brass buttons, a crisp white button-up shirt beneath, and a pleated skirt that fell to mid-calf.
A silver badge shaped like a sword and shield was proudly pinned over her heart.
Black boots polished to mirror shine. And most distinctively, a silver badge pinned over the heart, marking her as second-year student.
She watched the scene outside through the window with barely concealed amusement.
