Duchess Malesya Nortuis von Blackthorn stood tall, her sharp eyes locked on Draven as the restored Magic Tower University gleamed behind them. She tilted her head slightly, hiding the lower half of her face behind her fan—her famous fan, a wand in disguise that she rarely used in public, but everyone in the kingdom knew its power. Her son, a boy no older than twelve, stood quietly behind one of her knights, eyes wide with curiosity and perhaps a touch of fear as he clung to the knight's armor.
"Is the restoration of the Magic Tower University all your doing, Draven?" Duchess Blackthorn asked, her voice as cutting as her gaze.
