Korrin didn't know how he became a teacher.
Or a librarian.
Or the accidental king of a village of magical children.
But here he was—wearing a crown made of spelling errors and a cloak of glowing runes.
Naia visited once a week to set things on fire and teach chaos magic. Elyse visited to plant gardens that healed memories. Thessaly sent threatening letters that doubled as love notes.
And Liss… Liss sent stories.
He read them aloud every night.
And the children believed her name was a spell.
Maybe it was.
And Korrin? Korrin smiled.
"Long live the girl who didn't forget us."