Eduarda walked through the halls of the Royal Academy with a weight on her shoulders that seemed to pull her down with each step. The environment, already difficult and unfamiliar, had now turned into a battlefield where every unknown face seemed to be a potential enemy. Since the newcomers turned against her, her life had become a true hell.
The malicious whispers echoed through the hallways as she walked, the looks of disdain that were once rare now became a constant. Eduarda felt the weight of expectations on her shoulders, the shadows of her ancestors seemed to lurk around every corner, waiting for a flaw, a weakness they could exploit.
But it was among the novices that the hostility reached its peak. They looked at her with eyes full of disdain, as if silently challenging her author
