What happened to Serena?

The chatter in the school canteen was deafening, though it wasn't the usual buzz of gossip. Today, all eyes were locked onto a single table at the center of the room, where Dilhan Ven Londor sat, his face a portrait of discomfort. Next to him, Princess Morgana of Crecork sat with an aura of effortless grace, her silver hair shimmering under the light and her piercing blue eyes focused on her meal. She ate elegantly, as though she was entirely unaware of the stares and whispers around her.

But she wasn't unaware.

"Is it true? Dilhan's the royal consort now?" whispered one student, leaning toward her friend.

"Of course, it's true. He's from the Londor family. Who else could they pick?"

"But he's so… ordinary. I mean, compared to her."

Another voice chimed in, more bitter than curious. "He's just lucky he was born a Londor. Some of us actually worked hard for recognition."