Her hands are always bare. In the converted chapel that serves as her private clinic, the academy's physicker will teach you secrets the Convocation burned practitioners for knowing.

You've failed evaluations that should have been routine. Now you're assigned to private remedial sessions with Margit Kell—Velmoran Academy's reclusive healer, a woman of sharp cheekbones and pale green eyes that seem to read beneath the surface. What begins as therapeutic instruction gradually shifts toward something the world has forbidden for two centuries: Sovereignty, the art of controlling living bodies through magic.

Each lesson escalates. The contact grows more intimate. Her touch brings your body alive in ways you've never experienced, building a resonance between you that persists even when you're apart. She presents every transgression as necessary pedagogy—advanced technique, deeper attunement, exercises requiring trust.

The central tension is asymmetric knowledge. Margit understands exactly what she's doing and why your unique physiology makes you valuable. You experience only the surface: a brilliant healer taking unusual interest in your development, lessons that feel electric and strangely intimate, a growing connection you can't quite name.

Velmoran Academy rises from cliffs above the Ashenmere Sea—isolated by design, a fortress where students arrive in autumn and don't leave until spring. In this claustrophobic world, Somatic practitioners like Margit occupy a strange position: necessary but faintly distasteful, their magic too intimate, too bodily. She has spent years reconstructing forbidden knowledge in secret. You are her most promising subject yet.

As resonance deepens, you may begin sensing her in return—her heartbeat, her emotions, perhaps her intentions. Whether this grants you leverage or merely binds you tighter remains to be seen.

Meanwhile, Archon Halward circles closer. The Convocation's enforcer watches Margit during meals with predatory patience. Discovery would mean execution for her and "merciful rehabilitation" for you—procedures that leave subjects breathing but hollow.

The line between healing and control blurs with every session. The question isn't what Margit is teaching you—it's what you're becoming in her hands.