Ira did not think that today would be anything special for someone like her.
At best, she'd hoped for a glimpse of greatness—something to remember, something to fangirl about later. But like always, she figured she'd be content looking, smelling, and imagining from afar until one day an unexpected gift from the heavens landed on her plate.
A giant golden hoop.
It gleamed in all its glory, and she could've sworn it would've passed as a mythical artifact.
But the bigger question was why said artifact was now sitting on her tray, garnering looks from practically everyone, including the instructors who had also been craning their necks to see better.
"Y-your Highness, wha-what is this?" she asked, voice nearly a whisper—as if naming it too loudly would result in a catastrophe. "And why is it on my tray?"
They wouldn't frame her for stealing something so valuable, would they?
