Draven adjusted his cloak as he strolled through the academy's grounds.
The sun was a soft golden hue.
Casting long shadows that danced over the cobblestone paths.
His destination was clear
The tea pavilion Princess Elara had arranged on the academy's southern grounds.
Despite the chaos of the cemetery incident, the grounds were calm now.
The air filled with the faint fragrance of blooming flowers.
As he approached, the setup came into view.
A dainty table draped in pastel cloth stood beneath the shade of an elegant white canopy.
A porcelain tea set gleamed in the sunlight.
The cups decorated with intricate golden patterns.
Two guards clad in midnight-blue armor stood on either side of the pavilion.
Their postures rigid and alert.
A young maid, likely no older than Elara herself, flitted about, arranging the table with nervous precision.
