Aiden sat across from Queen Alethea Albinos, posture relaxed, hands resting loosely on his knees.
"So," Alethea said calmly, voice smooth, authoritative without effort. "You wish to enroll in the Albinos School of Wizard and Witchcraft, Sir."
"Yes, Ma'am," Aiden replied easily. "That's the plan."
"Hm."
"I assumed as much," She continued. "Given recent… developments. I'll prepare everything. Papers, exemptions, protections, faculty notifications. You won't need to worry about that."
"Appreciate it, Ma'am."
She tilted her head slightly. "However, you never do anything alone. I assume you're not going by yourself."
Aiden smirked. "You know me too well."
"How many?" She asked directly.
"Twelve."
There was a short pause.
"Twelve," Alethea repeated slowly. "Very well. Names."
"Lysandra, Luna, Nyxion, Venya, Selvara, Thristle, Arisha, Zerra, Xylendra, Valeforia, Aethoniel, and Vegia."
There it was.
Alethea's eyebrow rose—just a little—at three names.
