Third-Person POV
Riyan was in his room, surrounded by the soft, amber glow of evening light filtering through the curtains. The subtle hum of the evening city buzzed outside, a constant backdrop to his thoughts as he contemplated the upcoming vacation to Fers Domain.
The trial was over. Iris was free. The academy had given them seventeen days off to let things cool down. And Riyan was about to spend those seventeen days managing what would undoubtedly become a clusterfuck of personalities, egos, and potential violence.
He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I should check out System's Store and prepare something, because I am NOT the illegitimate son of the author or the twisted offspring of destiny," he muttered, a sharp edge creeping into his voice. "Seriously, who writes this crap?"
