CAMELLIA'S POV
After my visit to the palace, life gradually settled back into its familiar rhythm—quiet and predictable in a way I hadn't realized I'd been longing for.
Each morning began with scrolls waiting to be translated, research demanding my attention, and Headmaster Ashwell entrusting me with increasingly important responsibilities.
My afternoons belonged to the infirmary, where there were always herbs to grind, medicines to brew, and patients in need of care.
Still, for the first few days after examining Princess Oleina, I found myself glancing over my shoulder whenever a royal messenger passed by or footsteps echoed through the corridors.
Part of me expected another summons from the princess—perhaps because she disliked what I had said, or perhaps because she found the prosp
