Queen Aurelia's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, her eyes glazed over with disinterest as I spoke. I paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch out, then continued, trying not to let her constant interruptions throw me off.
"As I was saying," I resumed, "the foundation of magic lies in understanding the flow of mana, not merely in manipulating it, but in—"
"Boring," Aurelia cut in again, this time with a heavy sigh. She leaned back in her chair, twirling a strand of her platinum blonde hair between her fingers. "Next."
I resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose. Teaching Aurelia was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It wasn't that she lacked the intelligence or capacity—far from it. Aurelia was a genius, a prodigy capable of greatness. No, the issue was her demeanor, her insufferable arrogance and complete disregard for anything she deemed too simple.