It had been weeks since the pictures were leaked.
Weeks since Seraphina had expected Irina to crumble.
And yet, not only had she not crumbled—she thrived.
Seraphina had been forced to watch from a distance, unable to push any further. Their schedules had kept them apart—group trainings, practical combat sessions, and specialized courses for top-ranking students. Unlike before, where she could play these games at her leisure, real academy duties were beginning to take precedence.
It was infuriating.
She wasn't one to let things sit for too long, especially when they didn't go her way. And now, after weeks, she finally found her moment.
It was after a long day of practical training, the academy grounds glowing in the dim light of an approaching evening. Most students were either finishing up their exercises or heading back to their dorms. Seraphina, however, had stayed behind, letting the others filter out first.
And that was when she spotted her.
