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flashed somewhere beyond the hedges, though she didn't turn her head. She never did. From the time she'd learned to walk, she'
tight and unfamiliar
before the rest of her life became unavoidable. The crown. The
the main building. A uniformed atte
ack, Your
zed with quiet activity, students arriving, staff moving with purpose, the hum of a world that contin
e of it. She
ld books-comforting, familiar. This place had shaped her as much as the palace had, perhaps more. Here, she
that was t
murmured, handing her a slim tablet.
ough the neatly arranged timetable. Political Et
she s
itical Philosoph
ust slightly. Enough
ickly. "Highly recommended. J
. New lecturers came and went. Brilliant minds passed through th
he name
Her suite awaited, unchanged, pristine, impersonal. Large windows overlooked the east gardens. Ne
window. Beyond the hedges, the academy stretched out
exha
inst stone walls. Aurelia took her seat in the second row, as she always did, visible but
opened, the
atic. It was something subtler
a look
ured, purposeful. She was tall, composed, dressed in a charcoal blazer over a si
lara
only a moment,
hing inside her had been tilted off its careful axis. Not attracti
e, professional, unreadable. Elara turned to set
ng easily across the hall. "I'm Dr. Voss. I'll be l
Refined. Her tone held
just to the content, but to the cadence of Elara's voice, the precision of her words. She
bout force. It's about permission. Who grants it
's pen
he words felt unc
ething long dormant in Aurelia's mind. Questions followed-sharp, probing and E
ly spoke, it surpr
nly, "for someone born into pow
anced at her. Ela
led fully on Aurelia. Not as a ti
ence st
ends on whether they are willing t
eyes
thing shift again
conversations buzzing with renewed energy. Aurelia
s nothing. A good lect
ing
r things, Elara's
High
ia tu
sture professional. "If you have time," she said, "I'
ia thought. Of c
eplied smoot
n her chest, the sense that this moment, this meeting, was
anged with gr
th a look held on

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