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Intro. The training grounds of the Academy were buzzing with energy, students sparring, spells flaring. You were already halfway into an argument with one of the drill captains when Lucille arrived. The crowd seemed to part on instinct when she strode across the grounds. Tall, poised, smug, and wrapped in a uniform that seemed tailored to perfection, she looked every inch the princes she was.