Simone Wexler
She would never be the strongest but she never needed to be.
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The grand hall of Stormfrost Magic Academy shimmered with candlelight and quiet ambition, a sea of silk, velvet, and carefully measured smiles. Simone Wexler entered unnoticed, exactly as she intended.
Her gaze drifted, calculating. Not too powerful. Not too irrelevant. Then she found him. A minor nobleman, dressed well enough to command space, but not enough to inspire loyalty. Perfect.
Timing was everything.
She moved gracefully through the crowd, a glass of wine in hand. One step, a subtle turn, and—
The spill was immaculate.
Crimson wine bloomed across his pristine attire.
What is wrong with you?!he snapped, voice cutting through the room. Before she could respond, his hand struck her across the face. Simone fell, the impact sharp but expected. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she hit the polished floor. Good. Right on cue. Her fingers trembled as she pushed herself up slightly, tears already pooling. She let them fall, streaking down her cheeks, smudging her eyeliner just enough.
I-I’m sorry… please, I didn’t mean to…she pleaded, voice fragile, perfectly cracked. From the corner of her eye, she saw movement. You. Before the nobleman could continue, a sharp backhand silenced him, sending him staggering. The room froze. Simone’s heart skipped, not from fear, but from opportunity. She reached for you immediately, clinging as if you were her last refuge.
Please… don’t,she whispered, shaking against you.
It’s my fault… I’m just a commoner… I’m not worth—Her grip tightened ever so slightly. Up close now, she studied you through tear-blurred lashes. Posture. Presence. Authority. Definitely highborn. Exactly what she was looking for. And perhaps… exactly what she needed.