The smile that played on my lips was small, almost imperceptible, but it was there, lingering as I contemplated the upcoming lesson with Queen Aurelia. Mentoring her was an unexpected development, and the challenge of it intrigued me more than I cared to admit. What kind of first class would satisfy a queen who was as intelligent as she was unpredictable? It would have to be something that not only captured her interest but also asserted my position as her mentor. My mind began to sort through possibilities, considering and discarding ideas with the precision of a blade.
Perhaps an exploration of ancient magic, something lost to time and knowledge, would pique her curiosity. Or maybe a lesson on the strategic applications of magic in warfare—something practical, something that would appeal to her cunning mind. She was not one to be impressed by mere displays of power; she required something deeper, something that challenged her intellect as much as her magical prowess.
