Finally after everything was settled in the infirmary, Dila was discharge and they mark there leave....
The hallway stretched long and grand, sunlight streaming through the tall arched windows, glinting off the polished marble floor. Despite the bustling academy, a strange calm seemed to ripple around Dila and Fran. Students scattered to either side as they walked, as if parting waves around a boat's bow. Whispers floated softly through the air, and many eyes darted toward the princess, only to quickly look away.
Walking just ahead of them, the squire practically radiated energy. His posture was impeccable, hands clasped behind his back, yet he rotated slightly at every step to keep Dila and Fran fully in view. "Princess, don't worry about them!" he called cheerfully, his voice carrying effortlessly down the corridor.
