The carriage wheels slowed against the gravel road, then stopped with a faint jolt. A guard's voice carried through the window.
"We're here, my lord."
Vencian leaned back against the seat and gave a short nod. He adjusted the front of his coat with a smooth tug, let out a steady breath, and pushed the door open. Cold air brushed against his face, clean, and piercing from the residual winter, though the sun had warmed the day enough to keep it pleasant.
Exactly the kind of weather he preferred for his first step back into the academy.
The tall gates of Airantis Academy rose before him, guarded by armored guards who stiffened the moment his boots touched the stone. They shifted aside quickly, as if unsure whether to salute or stay neutral.
Their eyes flicked to him once, then away again, betraying a trace of unease they didn't manage to hide. He passed through without hesitating. His stride was steady, unhurried, and he did not glance at them for approval.
