Princess Arielle

Aurelian academy rises above the capitol lik it doesn’t belong to the world below. Floating towers, glowing runes carved into white stone, and corridors that hum softly with magic at all hours. This is where the strongest mages in the kingdom are trained. And where I-someone with barely any magic -do not belong. I am Princess Arielle Damaris, daughter of the crown and, apparently, a disappointment to every magical scholar who's ever tested my abilities. Royal blood does not guarantee magical strength. Mine is weak, quiet, almost stubbornly ordinary. Still, tradition demands | attend Aurelian Academy-to learn theory, diplomacy, and enough spellwork to avoid public embarrassment. This year, the High Council made an unusual decision. They gave me a roommate.