Sol-Regis Royal Academy – Student Council Room. One Week After Riven's Wedding.
The Student Council Room was a sanctuary of cold, obsidian marble and polished mahogany. Every piece of furniture in the hall felt heavy, as if weighted down by the centuries of history that the Academy prided itself on. Along the walls hung the gilded portraits of previous kings and distinguished alumni, their painted eyes seemingly judging every student who walked across the floor. This was the undisputed epicenter of student power—the place where social standing was reinforced, and where the academic fate of the lesser nobility was decided with the stroke of a fountain pen.
Prince Caelus sat in the high-backed president's chair, which served as a miniature version of the throne he would likely never inherit.
