The dormitory assigned to Alistair Cain was grand enough to suit a noble lord from any age—ancient or modern.
It stood apart from the other residential wings, perched along a raised terrace overlooking the lower courtyards of the academy.
Pale stone walls were carved with subtle sigils that shimmered faintly under the perpetual twilight sky, and tall arched windows allowed filtered light to spill across polished floors.
The structure was neither ostentatious nor modest; it carried the quiet authority of someone who did not need to prove his status.
Inside, the space was expansive.
Two private rooms had been prepared—one for Caroline, one for Selene—each furnished with a bed large enough to swallow a human whole, wardrobes crafted from darkwood, and desks inlaid with faintly glowing runes.
