Few days later, the morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew and the faint hum of mana that lingered across the royal district. The carriage that was to take them to the Mage Academy stood ready by the eastern gates, sleek and warded with runic protection. Piper was already outside waiting, arms folded as she watched Ian step out of the mansion in his new robes. Chloe stood beside her, holding a small wooden box that contained vials of dye and brushes.
Ian ran his fingers through his long hair, suspicion flickering in his eyes as he noticed the items in Chloe's hands. "I really hope that's not what I think it is," he muttered, raising an eyebrow.
Chloe tried not to laugh. "It is exactly what you think it is, my lord," she said cheerfully. "The Queen's orders. Your hair must be dyed brown before we arrive at the Academy."
