MIRA
The next day flies fast. Half of it lady Cecilia tortures us with the etiquette rules of the Gerdian empire, the other half she tortures us even more with dance lessons. And the funny part about those is that since we are already considered the property of the gerdian lords, we cannot dance with actual men. Instead, they provide us with magical dummies made of their dark magic itself. And in all honesty, us dancing with black clouds in the shapes of men looks ridiculous. But, oh, well. Not that I care.
When I come back to my room, exhausted, I notice a few huge leather suitcases right in the middle of it. My suitcases! The ones I had back at the Academy! Gods are these my things?!
I run towards the luggage and notice a book with a note attached to it: “I sincerely hope thi
