"They stand around in circles talking about their family lineages and how many rare spells their tutors taught them."
"They are bound by the superficial chains of society," Pollux muttered. "They lack depth. They mock those who walk the path of the true arcane."
"Yeah, they made fun of Polly last year because he accidentally set his own cape on fire trying to summon a shadow-demon," Castor laughed loudly.
"I WAS TESTING A COMBUSTION THRESHOLD!" Pollux hissed, his face turning bright red.
Seraphina listened to the boys bicker, her mind rapidly analyzing the incoming intelligence.
'So, it's not just an adult battlefield,' Seraphina realized, her dark eyes narrowing with intense, calculating focus. 'It's a proxy war. The nobles fight their battles by comparing their children. They use the kids to establish social dominance, secure alliances, and humiliate their rivals.'
She looked at the midnight-blue, silver-lined dress.
