A calm and controlled voice echoed through the bustling corridors.
"I believe the young lady should calm down a bit, Princess."
The young man who spoke maintained an impeccable posture, his words carefully chosen to avoid provoking the girl before him. But Sylphie didn't even glance at him. Her firm and determined steps cut through the path ahead, while the students around them merely watched in silence, mesmerized by her presence.
And it was impossible not to notice Sylphie.
She possessed an almost ethereal beauty, as if she didn't belong to this world. Her snow-white hair cascaded in soft waves down to her waist, contrasting with her sun-kissed skin. Her emerald-green eyes gleamed intensely, filled with impatience and determination. Her figure was slender and graceful, yet she carried an undeniable strength, a presence that instinctively made those around her bow to her will.
She was a princess—and not just in title.
