The student council building rose above the academy grounds like a monument to order. Its towers were straight, its windows clean, its gardens meticulously trimmed. Everything in its place. Everything under control.
Elysia Raizen sat in the largest chair, at the head of the longest table, in the highest room of the tallest tower. The chair was old, carved from dark wood that had been polished by generations of student council presidents. It was comfortable, but not soft. It was designed for work, not rest.
The other chairs were empty. The other council members were scattered across the continent, pursuing their own missions, their own agendas. Elysia did not miss them. They were tools, useful in their place, but she worked better alone.
Her secretary stood at attention by the door, a stack of reports in her arms. She was a slight woman with brown hair and eyes that never blinked. Efficient. Discreet. Perfect for her role.
