3 hours ago.
Noble Etiquette elective class.
The girl had risen from her seat with firmness, defiance.
"Your name?" the instructor asked.
"Violet, from Class E."
The instructor suddenly went quiet. Her expression didn't change, but Rosalin knew the moment she glanced at the roster that something was wrong.
"There is no registration under that name." the instructor said.
The room fell quiet.
Rosalin, seated near the middle of the class, had kept her gaze carefully neutral. Even without looking directly, she could feel the subtle reactions of the other students.
Some were confused, and some were amused.
The instructor's voice was cold. "I do not teach those who are not registered for my class. Leave now," she commanded.
'What's going on here? There's no way she would have gotten into this elective if she hadn't applied for one.'
Rosalin had seen many dismissals before, but this one felt particularly cruel.
