Sera pov
The halls of Virelade were quieter than usual.
It was one of the few free days the students got no classes, no drills. Just a whole afternoon to blow off steam and be normal teenage guys… or as normal as you could get in an elite all boys academy run like a royal military cult.
By 4 PM, most of the dorms were half empty. Some kids had gone to the city,others were chilling by the lake or hitting up the school café.
But not me.
I was alone in the art room.
A large sheet of paper sat in front of me with smudges of charcoal on my fingers, lines streaked across my sleeve. I was deep into the drawing so deep that I didn’t even hear the door open.
The pencil moved slowly, deliberately, as I shaded the long wavy hair past the shoulders. A version of me that felt like someone else n
