Aiden strolled down the wide, elegant corridor of the academy with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, the crimson uniform fitting his tall 6'2" frame perfectly. The faint scent of sex and Lilienne still clung to his skin beneath the fabric — a secret only he and Lunara knew about. Sunlight filtered through tall arched windows, casting golden patterns across the polished marble floors.
Students passed him in small groups. Some froze mid-step. A few commoner girls clutched their books tighter to their chests, whispering excitedly. Others bowed their heads respectfully, murmuring "Lord Aiden" or "Child of Prophecy" as he walked by. He had become something of a living legend among the commoner students after the trials — a symbol of hope and raw power in a world that usually ignored them.
Whenever his sharp gaze drifted toward a group of girls, soft squeaks and frantic whispers erupted.
"H-he looked at me…!"
"No way, he was totally looking at *me*!"
