Trafalgar was alone in his room at the academy.
The space was quiet, almost unnaturally so, insulated from the noise that now followed his name wherever it went. The walls were thick, enchanted to keep sound out, yet even here the weight of the outside world seemed to press inward. The engagement had become a hot topic across the world, whispered in halls, shouted in assemblies, dissected by nobles and commoners alike. House Morgain and House Rosenthal. Two heirs. A union that shifted attention whether people wanted it to or not.
And yet, much of that attention had already begun to drift.
What Icarus had done eclipsed almost everything.
