The Dukes and Duchesses

The Dukes and Duchesses

As Duke Alden and Duchess Regina strode through the academy entrance, a hush fell over the crowd. Eyes turned, and heads bowed in respect, acknowledging the high status of the noble family. Julian felt the weight of their gazes upon him, a mixture of curiosity and admiration, as he walked alongside his parents.

The respect shown to his family filled him with pride, yet he couldn't shake the slight nervousness that crept in. Being the son of the Duke meant he had expectations to meet and a reputation to uphold.

As they moved deeper into the academy, whispers filled the air, speculating about the significance of their presence. Julian caught snippets of conversations, some expressing excitement over his official acknowledgment as a mage, while others speculated about the potential for greatness that lay ahead of him.

Duke Alden paused to greet a few of the academy's instructors, their faces lighting up with smiles as they exchanged pleasantries. Regina, regal as ever, commanded the attention of those around her, her beauty and grace evident even in this scholarly setting.

Julian walked slightly behind them, taking in the scene, feeling both honored and anxious. This was his chance to prove himself, not just as a member of the Easvil family but as a powerful mage in his own right.

They entered the grand hall, where a lavish setup awaited them. The room was adorned with banners and decorations, celebrating the young mages of the kingdom.

At the front, four throne-like chairs stood prominently for the four dukes and duchesses, each intricately designed to reflect their family's status.

Duke Alden took his seat, and Regina gracefully settled beside him. Julian stood behind them, feeling a mix of anticipation and pride as he prepared to step into the spotlight and embrace his new role.

Julian's gaze shifted to the throne belonging to the Norish family, where the Duke and Duchess of Norish sat regally. The Duke, a distinguished man with salt-and-pepper hair, exuded authority, while the Duchess, elegant and poised, wore a flowing gown that amplified her refined stature.

Standing behind them was a handsome young man, likely the same age as Julian. He had striking features, with tousled dark hair and sharp jawline, exuding an air of confidence.

Their eyes met briefly, and Julian felt a subtle competition in the air. He wondered what the young man's ambitions were and whether they would cross paths in the future.

Next to the Norish family was the Ethwer family. The Duke of Ethwer sat with an air of authority, his expression stern yet dignified. Beside him, the Duchess wore a regal gown that shimmered subtly in the light, a testament to the family's status.

Behind them stood their daughter, a striking young woman with long, flowing hair and a graceful presence. She seemed to radiate a quiet confidence, her eyes scanning the room as if she were taking in the significance of the gathering.

Julian couldn't help but feel curious about her, wondering what role she might play in the unfolding events at the academy.

As Julian surveyed the grand hall, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of the numerous nobles filling the space. Countesses, marquesses, viscountesses, and other members of the aristocracy mingled, each one a potential source of points.

The realization struck him that with so many influential figures gathered in one place, the opportunities for gaining points were endless.

He mentally calculated the bonuses he could acquire and felt a rush of excitement, imagining the rewards that lay ahead if he played his cards right. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, and Julian was ready to seize the moment.