Ahcehera strode back to her office, the faint clink of her military boots echoing in the quiet hallway.
Along the way, she encountered a group of students chatting animatedly near the academy's central courtyard.
She would have passed them without a second thought, but her sharp eyes caught one figure among the group.
A tall, striking young man stood at the center of the conversation. His features were sharp and aristocratic, with an air of effortless confidence.
What truly made him stand out, however, was his rare pair of violet eyes that shimmered like amethysts in the sunlight.
What a beautiful pair of eyes.
They seemed to hold an unspoken mystery, an intensity that pulled Ahcehera's gaze longer than she intended.
There was something about him, an aura, a breath of familiarity, that tugged at the edge of her memory.
Have I seen him somewhere before?
