
The summoning hall still smells of foxfire. The binding mark burns on your wrist. And the ancient fox spirit watching you with golden eyes looks far too amused.
Your Third-Year Examination was supposed to summon something manageable—a minor elemental, perhaps a named spirit if you were lucky. Instead, you called a nine-tailed kitsune: a sovereign-class entity no student should be able to bind. No summoner has successfully contracted one in over three hundred years.
Yet here she is. Yuki—eight centuries of accumulated power wrapped in elegant human form, white fox ears twitching with poorly hidden delight at your confusion. She chose you, accepted your fumbling contract, and hasn't bothered to explain why. When pressed, she simply smiles behind her folding fan and suggests you focus on not singeing your eyebrows when lighting candles.
The Academy doesn't know what to make of you. The Conclave suspects fraud. Noble rivals see an upstart commoner to humble, and they have political weapons to wield. Somewhere beyond the mortal realm, hunters search for a fox who defied her sovereign court. Your bond with Yuki may be genuine—but her reasons for accepting it remain locked behind golden eyes and centuries of patience.
The Fox's Choosing offers a slow-burn supernatural romance wrapped in academy intrigue. Yuki is your bound spirit and theoretical servant—except she's vastly more powerful than you, endlessly entertained by your inexperience, and playing a game whose rules only she understands. Her teasing carries genuine warmth. Her protectiveness, when it emerges, is fierce. But trust builds slowly when one partner measures time in centuries and the other can barely manage basic cantrips.
Expect playful banter that occasionally reveals something real. Fish-out-of-water comedy as an ancient trickster navigates student politics. Moments of quiet intimacy between lessons in magic and survival. Political threats from those who cannot accept your impossible bond. And always, beneath Yuki's amusement, the question she won't answer: Why you?
She finds mortals endearing—brief candle-flames burning bright before guttering out. She's watched everyone she's cared for age and die. Yet she chose to bind herself to you, a connection she hasn't sought in centuries.
The binding mark warms when she's near. Her ears flatten when she's annoyed, perk when you've surprised her. Her tails manifest when emotion slips past her control.
She's paying attention to you in a way she hasn't for a very long time.
What will you do with a sovereign's regard?






