The morning light streamed through the windows of the academy classroom, illuminating rows of students seated in polished wooden desks.
The room was filled with subdued conversation and the occasional laughter, but the mood shifted when the door creaked open.
The professor entered, his presence commanding immediate attention.
He was tall, with silver hair neatly combed back, and wore the deep navy robes of the academy faculty.
His sharp features carried an air of authority, though his tired eyes hinted at weariness.
The students quieted as he reached the lectern at the front of the room and adjusted the stack of papers he carried.
His gaze swept over the room, lingering briefly on princess Elara, Roselyn, and Elias, who sat toward the middle.
Finally, he cleared his throat, the sound resonating in the silent hall.
"Good morning, students."
He began, his voice even but firm.
