Thank every possible deity this academy believed in personal space.
Individual dorms.
Actual walls.
Doors that closed.
Privacy that wasn't constantly being violated by overprotective, emotionally unstable men with questionable boundaries.
I lay face-first on the bed the moment we got inside, spreading out like I had just survived a battlefield instead of orientation.
'How expensive is this academy that every student gets their own room?' I wondered. 'Do they charge per breath too?'
Meanwhile, Gawain was already unpacking my luggage like a dedicated housewife who had accepted his fate.
"Why do you have so many eye veils, My Lady?" he asked, holding one up like it was a suspicious artifact.
I didn't even lift my face from the mattress. "To cover my eyes."
A pause before I turned my head slightly to glare at him.
"My eyes are too bright and rare," I added. "I don't want any of my clients recognizing me."
"Why not just shift into your beast form?" he asked casually.
