By midday, the yards were dismissed. Students scattered toward the halls, buzzing with rumor again now that the morning's spectacle had time to ferment. Coren washed at the basin, changed shirts, and ignored the looks thrown his way.
Someone bumped his shoulder deliberately as he passed the armory.
"Watch it," the boy muttered—House colors he didn't bother noting.
Coren didn't slow. Didn't turn.
Behind him, the boy went quiet.
Mira caught up near the refectory, walking backward so she could talk at his face. "You realize half the Academy thinks you're either going to be claimed, killed, or crowned by the end of the week, right?"
"Efficient," Coren said. "Covers the options."
She snorted. "You're impossible."
They ate quickly. Too quickly. The room felt like it was leaning in again, listening. Coren kept his posture relaxed, his movements ordinary. He let himself look like just another capable student with unfortunate attention.
Inside, Valenna remained coiled and watchful.
