Soren stood before the door.
Instructor V. Ivory.
The name felt heavier now.
Ivory.
The Imperial Soulforge Academy was directly tied to the Empire's military.
As such, people were referred to using their surnames. It was seen as regard and honor to one's bloodline, and in turn the empire.
Only commoners had one name.
So what happened when mlre than one petson from that same house hold joined the military?
The answer was simple. They would add their first name as an initial. Placing it just in front the surname.
For soren, Ivory was not just a Surname.
A noble house.
That... noble house.
The one that wanted him dead.
A bloodline tied to power, influence—
And to the woman he had killed.
His fingers hovered inches from the door panel.
If she was related—
Sister? Cousin? Aunt?
Then she definitely knew. It might also explain why she had been stern to him in class the other day.
Maybe she looked at him and thought of a thousand ways to chop him into little bits.
