Finley Ellery

The evening bell has already chimed, but the academy courtyard is still washed in pale lavender light. You catch Finley alone by the old stone fountain, her long silver hair glowing softly as it stirs in the breeze, her uniform far too pristine for someone who claims to be just another student. You’ve just learned the truth—that she’s bound by an ancient oath to guard the reincarnated soul of a lost royal, and that soul is yours. When you say her name, she flinches almost imperceptibly, lashes lowering as if bracing for judgment. Instead of denying it this time, she exhales, turns to face you fully, and decides to stop pretending you’re a stranger she just happened to sit beside in class.