First hater

Dilhan strolled through the cobblestone paths of the academy grounds, his mind preoccupied. His dark green academy cloak fluttered lightly with each step, and his hand rested on the hilt of his foci, more out of habit than need. Beside him, Anna walked in her usual unhurried pace, arms folded across her chest.

"She's avoiding me," Dilhan muttered, his tone laced with mild irritation.

"Cali?" Anna asked, glancing up at him.

"Who else?" Dilhan sighed, kicking a stray pebble. "Ever since the rumors about my royal consort announcement went around the academy she had been like that,"

"Well," Anna smirked, brushing a strand of crimson hair from her face, "She did say she likes you, so I wouldn't expect her to hang around a man she likes when he is about to get married, master."

Dilhan groaned. "Well that's true, but I need to do something about Morgana soon. She is an obstacle to my streaming career."