The Empire of Reimia (3)

The first day in a new place was always a nerve-wracking experience, and usually carefree Moriner couldn't sleep a wink that night. He was troubled by all sorts of thoughts, and only with the first rays of the rising spring sun did he manage to fall into a brief, deep sleep. Arriving at the academy building half an hour before classes began, Moriner looked around in amazement at the crowds of students bustling here and there: handsome young men in neatly pressed suits, and girls who looked as if they had just stepped out of the covers of fashion magazines. He even felt a little uneasy. With difficulty, he made his way to the information board, quickly found his initials, then scanned the other names and the list of teachers, but almost immediately forgot everything, except perhaps those with the imperial surname. After that, the young man straightened his neatly worn uniform as best he could and hurried to his classroom.