Kiara's POV:

As the sun began to make its descent, casting long shadows across the castle's grandeur, I found myself shuffling towards the last hurdle of the day - Diplomatic Relations. My mind was a whirlpool, brimming with a tumult of new knowledge, and my body ached from the unfamiliar strain.

The lessons had been as vast and varied as the very world we inhabited. The etiquette classes were a gauntlet of pleasantries and protocol, the golden thread that held the court's fabric ...