Two days later, the Academy held a grand ball to celebrate the president's birthday.
The halls were alive with opulence and splendor, illuminated by crystal chandeliers and the muted glow of golden lanterns.
Distinguished military figures, influential politicians, and members of the royal family had gathered, their conversations a symphony of power and politics.
Among the attendees were Ahcehera's brothers, their imposing presence drawing attention as they moved through the crowd.
Yet, amidst the grandeur, Ahcehera found herself seeking solace far from the suffocating formalities.
She wandered into the Academy's garden, where the cool night air carried the faint scent of blooming flowers.
The stars above formed a glittering tapestry, their beauty offering a brief reprieve from the weight of her responsibilities.
She held a glass of wine delicately in her hand, her thoughts adrift as she gazed upward.
