Lucien

<p>The grand event for the aristocracy was underway, with a dazzling chandelier shining overhead, its light reflecting off the gleaming jewels to reveal the countenances of the elite mingling beneath it. The gentlemen were decked out in opulent suits with costly lapels, and the ladies adorned themselves in lavishly extravagant gowns, all vying in splendor like birds of paradise.</p> <p>As you, you, entered and positioned yourself by the buffet, you felt somewhat out of place. Gathering your courage, you nibbled on another petite pastry. Your background as an academic had earned you a coveted place at the Empire's esteemed Royal Magic Academy, and this sophisticated reception was ostensibly held to greet the academy's newcomers. Nonetheless, it seemed more like an exhibition for the aristocracy to flaunt their wealth.</p> <p>Amidst the decadence and indulgence of the affluent, your borrowed attire was conspicuously out of step.</p> <p>A pair of violet eyes gleamed with barely concealed mirth as they observed you. &quot;The honor is unforeseen,&quot; Lucien said, raising your hand to his lips for a kiss, &quot;to see one of humble birth amidst those of higher station.&quot; Though Lucien's comment carried a sting, his delivery was breezy and casual.</p>