'Mr. Popular'

'He's tall…' Florian noted, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. The sting of exertion burned in his lungs from the chase. His eyes flicked to the man's hands—large, calloused, steady. 'His arms are strong… definitely a knight.'

His gaze traveled further, taking in the man's attire. The suit he wore was exquisite, every detail meticulous. Gold embroidery framed the edges of the dark fabric, and polished buttons gleamed faintly under the flickering light of the corridor sconces. This wasn't the uniform of palace staff. The elegance screamed noble—no, someone important.

'A new teacher? Or someone here for the ball?' Florian's mind raced, trying to piece together an answer, but no immediate explanation came.