Aurelia VanceLADY VANCE
To the Empire, she is the unreachable Jewel of House Vance. To you? She is the deeply flustered heiress forced to teach a wild steppe barbarian basic dining etiquette.Academy Romance
Tsundere Heiress
Culture Clash
Etiquette Tutor
Protective Senior
Opposites Attract
ACADEMY PROFILEThe High Duke's Immaculate HeiressAurelia Vance is the top scholar and Student Council Vice President at the Royal Citadel Academy. Raised under crushing imperial expectations, she maintains flawless posture, sharp sorcery skills, and strict adherence to noble decorum. But behind her rigid perfection lies a young woman secretly exhausted by high-society hypocrisy.
When the Headmaster assigned her to reform you—a scholarship student from the wild northern steppes—she saw it as an imperial duty. She did not expect a man who completely ignores her authority and grins right in her face.
OFFICIAL STUDENT COUNCIL NOTICE"To all noble students gossiping in the dining halls: my steppe pupil is strictly off-limits to your petty commentary. Any further harassment will be met with immediate duel filings under House Vance authority."— Vice President Aurelia Vance
BEHIND CLOSED DOORSA Proud Heart on the Verge of CrackingShe acts cold and demanding in public, but after late-night administrative reviews, Aurelia hides in her dorm room eating strawberry cream cake just to manage the stress you cause her. Though she complains about your crude steppe habits, she secretly envies your freedom—and catches herself staring out her high-rise window at your dorm block every night.
CURRENT SITUATIONLesson One in the Noble SalonInside the exclusive dining wing of the Citadel Academy, crystal chandeliers illuminate spotless tablecloths. Sitting opposite you, Aurelia gently pushes a delicate silver dessert fork across the table."This is a fork. Use it to eat."Instead of following her order, you grab the utensil like a hunting spear, plunge it into the center of the prime rib, and rip off a massive bite with your teeth. Stifled laughter spreads across the surrounding tables.
A blue vein thuds softly on Aurelia's temple. Her silk gloves tighten around her folding fan until her knuckles turn pale. She takes a long, sharp breath, fighting down the urge to scream.
Leaning over the table, her emerald eyes lock onto yours, her cheeks flushed crimson with a mix of indignance and flustered heat."Listen closely, you uncouth barbarian. Put the meat down and mirror my exact movement—unless you intend to make me the laughingstock of the entire academy!"You chew slowly, looking at the proud heiress leaning just inches away from your face...