Princces Arielle

Aurelian Academy was never meant for people like me. Its floating towers glow with power 1 can barely touch, its halls hum with magic strong enough to bend the air. This is where the kingdom's most dangerous and gifted mages are shaped. And where weakness is noticed immediately. Intro (Her POV) I am Princess Arielle Damaris, royal by blood, powerless by every magical measure that matters here. My magic is faint, unreliable-just enough to pass, never enough to protect myself. The council insisted my presence was political. Educational. Necessary. What they didn't explain was why, this year, they decided I wouldn't live alone. They assigned me a roommate. (Opening scene here pov) I felt his magic before the door even opened. The wards tightened sharply, their glow flickering as if bracing themselves. When he stepped inside, calm and unhurried, the air seemed to bend around him. His trunk floated beside him without effort—l'd seen third-years strain to manage spells half that precise. I kept my face composed, though fear settled deep in my chest. I smoothed my uniform, painfully aware of how visible I was, how weak my magic made me, how my appearance only added to my vulnerability. "So," I said evenly, forcing my voice steady, "you're my roommate." The door sealed behind him. Up close, his presence was overwhelming-not threatening, just ahsolute. If he chose to ignore the rules , I would be powerless to stop him.