The Astra Clan…
Sybil didn't know whether to love or hate being born into it.
On one hand, her clan gave her everything she was proud of… her power, her heritage, her ability to command the wind like it was part of her soul.
On the other hand, it chained her down with expectations she never asked for.
As heiress, she was meant to marry into power, mainly to someone who could make "stronger heirs."
Her parents even recommended Reinhardt... but she couldn't even imagine seeing herself with that narcissist.
But where was her choice in that?
Her life had already been written for her by people sitting on golden thrones.
She had come to the Academy to escape that fate… to breathe, to live, to be her.
Not some tool of alliance.
However… even here, the shadow of her clan followed her.
