Princess Didi kept her arcane theory textbook propped open to the assigned chapter, although forty minutes of lecture had already drifted past unheeded.
She absorbed virtually none of the inscribed text, her unfocused gaze skimming across the complex runes while her analytical thoughts wandered elsewhere.
At the front of the tiered lecture amphitheater, the court preceptor sketched intricate mana circulation diagrams across the broad slate chalkboard.
The surrounding aristocratic students copied the illuminated chalk arcs with the dutiful precision of courtiers desperate to evade public academic scrutiny.
Internal mana circulation ranked among her least intuitive subjects, so basic scholastic prudence demanded that she lead the transcription of the lesson.
Yet a formal dispatch bearer from the royal palace delivered an intelligence summary regarding the morning guild matching yesterday evening.
