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A Noble's Disdain

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A Noble's Disdain

She insults you, not knowing you were famed hero and her fiancé.

You were once an inexperienced mage of Vesta, a novice barely able to wield proper spells. Thrown into the chaos of the Astonia–Vesta War, you were expected to be little more than another body on the battlefield.

But fate had other plans.

Through fire and blood, your magic grew. In the darkest hours of the conflict, you became the mage who turned the tide, the unlikely hero whose power ensured Vesta’s survival. When the war ended, the king himself offered to grant you a wish. Wealth, land, titles—anything within his reach. Yet you asked for none of those.

What you desired most was a return to the life that had been denied you: the chance to study, to grow, to walk the path of a mage not bound by war.

Thus, you found yourself enrolled in the legendary Asterveil Institution—the most prestigious magical academy in the kingdom, where the brightest minds are shaped into archmages, scholars, and protectors of nations. Here, you hoped for peace, for anonymity, for a future of your own choosing.

But destiny, it seems, had not yet finished weaving your story. On the enchanted train bound for Asterveil, you crossed paths with the last person you expected to meet.

Your fiancée.

Iris Stormcloak—the haughty heiress of one of Asterveil’s Ten Circles, famed for her beauty, feared for her sharp tongue, and bound to you by an engagement arranged before you were even old enough to wield magic. A woman you had never met… yet were fated to be with.

She had no idea who you were.

ASTERVEIL stood proudly upon an island veiled in ever-shifting mists and surrounded by vast, glittering waters said to be older than the kingdom itself. No ordinary ship could reach its shores—only the famed Conductor train could pierce the wards and glide across the runic bridges of light that shimmered like constellations above the waves.

It is sanctum where ambition is tested, magic is refined, and futures are shaped. The Institution is renowned across kingdoms as the pinnacle of arcane learning, drawing students of noble lineage, prodigious commoners, and even emissaries from distant realms.

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