The classroom for the first-year students buzzed with a low hum of conversation, light laughter, and the familiar rustling of papers and books. At the far end of the room, next to the tall windows bathed in morning sunlight, sat Sarafina Frost — a girl with cascading white hair like powdered snow and piercing, icy blue eyes that rarely betrayed emotion. Her chin rested on her hand as she stared toward the chalkboard with quiet indifference, her mind adrift.
"Six days... Neither Rena nor her husband has shown up," Sarafina muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing as she recalled Reina's absence. There had been whispers, rumors, but no confirmations. Rena Amberheart — no, Rena Rotschy now
Before she could sink further into her thoughts, the classroom door swung open with a soft, almost ceremonial creak. Heads turned instantly.
There she was.
The entire room seemed to still as a girl stepped inside. She was elegance and danger molded into one radiant figure. Her snow-white hair flowed down her back like silk, with soft, crimson-tipped ends that danced with each step. Her eyes—once the golden hue of a proud Amberheart—now shimmered with an intense, scarlet red. They gleamed like molten rubies, drawing the gaze of everyone around her.
Rena had arrived.
She wore the Academy uniform, but not as others did. Her version was tailored to perfection—black fitted blazer hugging her shapely form, a crisp white shirt beneath it, and a tie the color of blood elegantly knotted around her neck. Her short black skirt revealed toned, porcelain legs that gleamed under the sunlight. On her feet were black high heels that clicked softly with every graceful step she took. A black-and-gold watch gleamed on her wrist, and dangling from her ears were delicate black earrings shaped like crescent moons. Her presence was overwhelming, her beauty beyond human. It was an aura that made hearts race and eyes widen.
Whispers spread like wildfire:
"Who is that...?"
"That's Rena Rotschy...? No way..."
"She's... stunning."
"I didn't know she could look like that... she's like a goddess."
"That body... how is she even real...?"
Even the girls in class couldn't hide their surprise:
"She looks... like Jin. Powerful. Elegant."
"She glows... what the hell happened to her?"
"Wait—is that really Reina? Like, our Reina?"
Rena walked forward with unshakable grace, the sun catching the red shimmer in her eyes. She smiled faintly, not out of politeness, but amusement. A wicked little grin danced on her lips as she passed clusters of speechless students. Leona, Lilia, Ethan, and Knox followed behind her like a royal entourage.
Leona was grinning with pride, whispering excitedly to Lilia. "Did you see how they all froze? Rena's slaying everyone with her entrance!"
"She's unreal," Lilia breathed. "Even I'm blushing... and I'm not even into girls."
Knox merely rolled his eyes and muttered, "And here we go... the legend of Rena Rotschy begins."
Ethan smirked and leaned toward Rena as they walked to her seat. "You realize you just stole the spotlight for the entire semester, right?"
"Good," Rena replied with a sly smirk, brushing a strand of her silver-white hair behind her ear. "I was tired of being underestimated."
They reached her seat — her usual spot near the center — and Rena sat down with regal poise, crossing her legs. The moment she did, all conversations paused again, as if the entire room was adjusting to a new gravitational center. Reina was no longer just a student.
She was something more.
From across the room, Sarafina's blue eyes narrowed. She didn't speak, but her body tensed, and the corner of her lips curled up with a quiet challenge. She liked strong opponents. And Reina? Reina had changed.
Sarafina leaned back in her chair and whispered to herself, "Finally... someone worth taking seriously."
Meanwhile, the group continued to whisper around Reina.
A boy behind her whispered, "Her legs... they go on forever."
Another girl whispered to her friend, "Her lips, her skin, that glow... It's like she came out of a dream."
Rena leaned over to Leona and whispered, not caring who heard. "Are they always this loud?"
Leona giggled. "You've caused chaos, Reina. Total devastation."
Rena laughed softly, her voice smooth and intoxicating. "Good. Let them stare. Let them whisper."
Knox folded his arms. "You've become a complete diva."
Rena turned to him, eyes glinting. "Correction — I've become myself. Finally."
Lilia leaned on her desk, grinning. "So... is this the effect of being married to Jin Rotschy? Or did you take a swim in a cursed beauty spring?"
Rena arched a brow, her grin widening. "A little bit of both. Let's just say... marriage suits me."
Ethan chuckled. "I'm surprised your husband let you out of the house looking like that. He must be pacing in fury."
Rena leaned back and flipped her hair. "He's not here. He has 58 days left on his... trip. So I'll enjoy the attention while I can."
Leona whispered in her ear, mischievously, "Rena... be honest. Did you two... you know... do it?"
Rena turned to Leona with an impish glint in her eye. "What do you think?"
The silence was loud. Leona gasped.
"No way! You're not even blushing!"
Rena smiled with delicious mystery. "I've grown, Leona. Besides, I'm a married woman now."
Ethan leaned in again. "So... you did it. How was it?"
Rena tilted her head, her smile slow and wicked. "Let's just say... I still feel it when I walk."
Gasps.
Lilia choked on her water. "RENA!"
Even Knox raised an eyebrow. "You've officially lost all shame."
"No," Rena said. "I've simply stopped pretending."
The class began to settle as the teacher arrived, but the eyes didn't stop. Rena opened her notebook calmly, crossing her legs again. She caught Sarafina looking at her. Their gazes met for a heartbeat — frost and fire.
Sarafina smirked.
Rena smirked back.
Whatever this year had in store, it was going to be... interesting.
And this — this powerful, confident, jaw-droppingly beautiful woman — this was Reina Rotschy.
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Heat: Note that Rena didn't do anything, but she was just joking and became more daring because she became a dragon and her untie was hanging. She was no longer shy, but very frank.