The Royal Hall.
The most prestigious building within the academy—and without a doubt, the most extravagant.
It wasn't just a dorm.
It was a palace in everything but name.
Towering pillars lined its halls, polished floors reflecting crystal chandeliers that never dimmed, and every corner carried the kind of quiet luxury that spoke of power rather than wealth alone.
This was a place meant for those who stood at the very top—high-ranking nobles, royal heirs, and influential figures from across the continent.
Not students.
At least… not most of them.
Each year, only a handful of rooms were ever occupied.
The majority remained untouched, preserved more like guest chambers than living spaces.
The Royal Hall existed less as a dormitory and more as a statement—proof of the academy's status and the kind of people it could host.
If the children of those powerful figures ever enrolled, this is where they would stay.
If not, the rooms simply waited.
Empty.
Quiet.
Untouched.
